“Occupied”

« Occupied »

The seas of my soul are stagnant
Shores beachcombed by a vagrant
Whose odour isn’t fragrant
An abundant, redundant smell

He struts around, important
Yet he’s just a migrant
Behind on the rent, this tenant
But I’m under some kind of spell

Living with this tyrant ?
I’m the rightful claimant !
I’m the master, not the servant !
A revolt inside to quell

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