Today's prompt is: handcuffed.
Thanks again to those who dropped by to share some kind words on Daily Writing Practice's first birthday. It was much appreciated :)
Oh how I want, how I want
To get nasty and rough;
But these words cannot flow,
I've been verbally handcuffed.
Oh the things I want to say
While you think yourself better;
Like: the only class you've got
Are the last three letters.
But in the end I'll admit:
This silent path is for the best.
Because while you're puffing up
And ape-beating your chest,
It's out there in the open
For the rest of us to see
That you're worth about as much
As two bottles of pee.