Quatrain of In My Place
In My Place - you decide where
I belong
You talk with spittle flying,
through words
of hollow
meaning,
You wish to convince the
world, my values
require
weaning.
You believe I should pay
more, work harder,
give up my
moral bent,
You have learned if I am
silenced, common sense
is a rush to
circumvent.
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