Cupboard

Stuck in the Wasatch
With a million beehives
And a million oppressive thoughts

My word is worth
The stars on the flag
And the pages of The Book of

I am what binds you.
What keeps you.
What makes you feel possessed

Even when you're liberated
You are doubtful
Washed

All you know are these words of man
And these tedious rules
Oh, all these rules are your words.

One day, we will all run out of words
Will you be content with your last ones?