Under What Was Oppression

You do not have to be ignorant
For me to get on with you
Rather you do
If anything is to shine through
Brainless to me is broad
And bold in most ways
Playful when scowling
Your manner betrays you
Before you wake up
I am making my living
Breathing cursing
Misbehaving
God has given me no gift
To speak honestly to myself
Or to decide strongly
In another’s company
Tonight I think of her
When where she is was said
To be a possible place
Some friends of mine would head to
Before you wake up
I am making my living
Breathing cursing
Misbehaving
I cannot decide
Work will do it for me
And I will not know yet
If she chooses to ignore me