Faceless Corporations

The room was mine

A canvas to play with.

My dark heart would shine

As we flowed through my playlist

A curated collection

A certain rhythmic flow

Where once I sought perfection

I am now I scarecrow.

Lost without a heart

For my muse has been censored.

Should have known from the start

That the belly of the beast, I have entered

These faceless corporations

With their rules and regulations

For art, they have no patience

But the fact I have to face is…

Teaching yoga doesn’t pay

Financially, at least

Until of course I find a way

To find my heart and slay the beast

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