Don’t know why he does it. It’s the same shit every time. He spits or throws a punch then they beat his ass and toss him into the box. I mean, no one liked this. Being prisoners to our overlords. But there’s no use fighting. Just sit there. Do your job. Live.
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Short piece inspired by this writing prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema
Kinda wish I did something more clever with the title and the language is a little clunky, but ehhhhhhhh. (Dedicated to my craft, I know.)
