do you like my poem please read?

Luke

New member
sounds of wallowing creek through the wall
empty hearted conversations fill the room
seeming to be a part of mellow drapery
taken into the own known of the ball
freedom does not wait it meanly drifts away

broken handed feral female knocks on my window
begging to be a part of the great escape
take it as far as you like leave her as you found her
the courier of the keys hides them deep
pushed up against the wall restless sleep

the clock chimes 12 the sound rings through
a kettle boils at the peak of sun rise
taken for granted human cash machine
fetches and carrels at the sweetshop of non-resistance
 
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