The unruly ones

I try and keep it all stuffed
in a neat cloth bag
with the drawstrings tight
but they are so active
and energetic that they
try to escape their bonds
and they must  be fed
I know
but how  to keep them tied-in
keep  them underlings
arrest their flinging and
sprinting to the four
corners of the globe
I can't control their
strength their pull their
rushing out of control
I am  losing it
daily becoming unwhole
unwell how  to keep
them  down, safe, tidy,
benign not giving me
such  red hard harm
such  worrying.

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