I sleep in a
Prison.
Wake up
In a bubble.
Eat for
Breakfast,
My day-to-day
Struggle.
All my plans,
Hanged to the wall.
Unfulfilled,
They wriggle.
I don't have
A wand, to be
Done away with
My troubles.
Magic is a
Luxury sold to us
For us to watch
And giggle.
Hey there,
Wizard, under the
Sheets,
On the streets-
I'm just a Muggle.