speak, my mouth's too sore. So tired of this
endless war, exhausted by this maddening bore.
I want to know what happens next, I want to
see your face perplexed, for once I'll try and
surprise myself, for twice I'll stop before
someone dies. You wish you knew, wish I did too
but as you listen to my cries you'll see they're
naught but salesmen's lies. Nothing richer than
a whore but more wealth is found with beggars
poor. Freedom's a hefty price to pay but squandered
by both night and day. The time has come I need a
choice, I must call on my own lil' voice for if it
speaks and it is heard I'll flee this dump like a
juvenile bird, I'll speed away at an alarming rate,
I will not rest, just accelerate. I'll not be home
for your debate for you'll be years and lives too
late. So if you want to see the end you must grab
my tail but not offend me for a grip too strong or
just as weak won't give you what it is you seek but
merely land you in my beak as I devour my space and
time and sneak past rules of lore and rhyme.
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