Blind Bind, by John Lee Clark

Why is my bladder growing
badder?  Banks
love to give me blanks. 
 
I do not wish to bend
to blend in, yet I try not to
clash with cash.
 
To flail is to fail.
 
I cannot flee a fee,
my feet are not fleet enough
and flight would be too much
of a fight.
 
But if a goat can gloat
and each place have its pace,
why should not I not be plain
without pain? 
 
I should plant and never pant
nor pay to play.
I should save myself
from being a slave.
 
The best way to sow
is slow.
 
— John Lee Clark