Spit It Out

They will sniff you out
 With savage detection
 To lay claim over your autonomy
 And feed their gluttonous intentions
 They will chew and suck you dry
 Within an inch of your life
 You don't have to let them
 You don't have to lay down and let them
 Is there anybody there
 Who's willing to look them in the eyes
 It's not that you failed to fit
 Into a working order
 It's that the order was devised to fail you
 It's digestion only to the end of regurgitation
 You are not a hair out of place
 You're right where they want you
 Buckled beneath their crushing weight
 Clawing for a piece of what they stole
 As they shove it down your throat
 Perpetuating the unending feed
 Your own gristle stuck in your teeth