The ventricle I left

 It was the ventricle I left

The same one I had no right

To be in

I was lost in your heart

Bereft

I turned down a one way street

Going against the flow

Your heart beat to my feet

But no further could I go

The city's hustle and bustle

Was too much for me

A busful of fat tourists

Looking for Cathedrals

And Vaults, Crypts and Mausoleums

Just nothing of the mournful museums

I left the chambers of commerce

I left the hallowed halls

I left all my promises

Behind the bars of prison walls

I kept visiting the prisoner

But my words felt hollow

I kept my vigil

In arteries, that led to capillaries

In chrysalis that hung like carcasses

In cold stores of the heart

But the butcher came out

And asked me what I wanted to eat

He said you can eat your heart out

But I ain't giving you no free meat

I had to pay on credit

I've got an account at the heart foundation

But I left the ventricle

Ashamed by my humiliation

I should have had the courage

To go in and ask for what I wanted

But I've always waited to be given

When others deem me daunted

Yet to be a rich man owning a city

To be a working man making a living

What can discourage you? Need no pity

To walk like a rooster, ready and willing

To bet it all, on a game of chance

No to given nothing except a dance

In the hall of the second glances

In the tower of freelances

Waiting to free the maiden of work

From the fell clutches of her enslaver

The dragon of capitalist return

The serpent of endeavour

The vacuum of a worthless worm

Who has ensnared her