Break my shackles, honey
Love me tender
Love me sweet?
If I am prone to taking poetic licence to words, allow me to take poetic licence to everything else...
One of the greatest ironies of my life must be that I feel stifled in one of the most free countries on Earth. I feel constrained. I feel defined by forces around me. I feel judged and readied to be quartered before I can find defence. Or offence on my part.
I feel cornered and prodded into smelly poo. All the fault of the little snake.
watch this ssssssnnakeeee sssslitherrrrr awayyyyyy........
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