1533
5.72
12.iii.24
they want you in a little box
too far too young
too old too true
mainly just too much
they want to have
you redacted
to moderate
opinions, tastes
want you beholden,
at behest
begone betimes
they think that it
behoves you
like you bowdlerized
they’d like to
bottle you
keep you fresh in
the can
dispense at will
shove in a little
tap
they’d like for you
to sing along
but were ever you one
for the choir?
all must this must
that must not
they want you in a
little box
pine perhaps
nailed down tight
no mirror for the
breath to test
they wouldn’t want
you woke
they like us to
behave
to lose the attitude
they’d like us to
cough up too
but we’ve hardly got
phlegm for them
I don’t know about
you
but
well
I’m singing out
I’m spilling out
spoiling for it
sheckles, gorge all
up
I hadn’t meant to
say a word
and now I’ve spilt
the beans
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