What is real,
what is not?
End the illusion of freedom
by hangman's noose
or bullet shot?
Defiance or compliance,
is there a visible difference?
Is life a sitcom
or some other abuse?
Confront you is what I do
whenever my inner chamber
is violated;
don't care if you're a member
of established norms,
or masturbated
by endless forms
of senseless bureaucratic slavery:
it's still aberrational knavery
designed integrity to squelch,
it murders my soul
as you blasphemy belch
and my creativity quench
with political stench...
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