Imprisoned in a Cubicle

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Where are all the Aces in the deck of cards?
the 3 of clubs, 5 of hearts, the Jack of spades
Ten games of solitaire all victorious for all the diehards.
For me, repetitious like the ruffles on the gowns adorned by bridesmaids.

Imprisoned in a cubicle barely functioning from nine to five.
Unpleasant like the time my bare foot stepped on a burning cigarette
To heal the pain in my foot and the pain in my heart, I did strive
Tears streamed down my face as I cried for Momma; I could never forget

Forget the time my father's fist swung at her immaculate face
An "accident" he called it but I was smart enough to know
The truth about why he left carrying his brown suitcase.
That lowlife tarnished my family and left my mother for a hoe.

Imprisoned in a cubicle barely functioning...