Quatrain of Lost Liberties
Lost Liberties - a little every day
You have a boondoggled soul,
let me slap it around,
your spirit deserves
a good
whipping,
You have gone too many years
stripping my liberties
thinking your
values worth
gripping.
You left reality many years ago,
before you became grown
up, to face the
world and its
honor,
Your life is full of hypocrisy,
believing your freedoms are
not being diminished is
believing your mind
is not a
goner.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 5891
Quatrain of Lost Liberties - 5891 - Yorktown Disciple
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