Wednesday, July 13, 2005


i am a trapped artist
not appreciated for my art
do this and do that, do not retort
no one understands me
or even wants to let me help them out
they say all i am is a hack
they think they all can design
it is easy if you have a computer, they say
point here, click there
i give up, it is useless
i am a slave now, not a designer anymore
you have finally taken away my humanity
my reason for being, my identity
now i am nothing
i am now just your puppet

© 2004 thomas bates


The_Unsaint_Hate said...

I love the title. The poem is straight to the point, no fillers. IT was really cool.

Anonymous said...

weird and intriguing.