The word-bird at my window is: Freedom!
I let it in, and it feathers my wings;
I don’t think you can guarantee my duty
with your peanut Moon-drop pittance making me believe
it is saving-grace manna from the skies,
when you all think you can enforce treatment orders,
anti-psychotic drugs, and incarceration; and all kinds of villainy
on me…foreclose my life with fetters for your fraction of
fodder of feces. I am `dying’ to give you all a taste of my own destruction too!
A system that facades on hypocritical self-righteousness
gets a kick on its own self-aggrandised torso from me!
Find out how many people really deserve care,
that go screaming on the streets of the suburb
before you come to me with your morbid wily sense of duty of care
that is only well-intended to give yourselves the self-seeking leverage you want
I am not your scapegoat! FUCK THE SYSTEM!
Let me off the system, before it’s too late!
I don’t need the pittance-peanuts in your penal system!
Nobody has the right to judge me; you FAKEDOMS OF FORGED AUTHORITY!
I can be sworn to vindictiveness, as much as is your gross misdemeanours of gubernatorial misappropriations
Your manipulative misconducts deserve my methodical menace that manifests your moribundity; if not my simple obduracy
Your flagrant unkindness in feigned fetid fibbing deserves a divine comeuppance!
I don’t want your crumbs that seek for a trade-off for my crankshaft painful sacrifice!!! Get FUCKED you rogues posing as reach-outers!!!
My justified renegade will, will renege on all your self-propitiating contraptive propositions and contracts!
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