wild thing

How I wish I could jump off my couch,out the window and run naked in the streets
beating my chest and snarling biting any that approached
Would I turn my tv off first and write a note
perhaps do the dishes and take out the trash
wash my duds comb my hair brush my teeth
and avoid reproach
to break free of my restraints I must be strong
no looking back no confusion no regrets
on this mission I shall be my only coach

These chains are tied tight around my throat
the desire for modern comforts must be squashed
yet I sit upon my couch losing hope