Back of the Cage

The door's open
Crouched and waiting
For the token
Growling silently
Smiling politely
Save you from my ire
My flame and fire
A moth to a flame
Oh, how I know
So I crouch down
Real, real low
Try to disappear
Within the thin spindles
Lining my cage
Holding onto the
High-priced wage
Stepping out
Letting it out
My shout
As I finally
Step gingerly
Into sunlight
Finally
Give up the fight