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Source:
Adults
Author:
Tanya Withers
Title:
Control Freaks
You’re very sick
They said
As they man-handled him
Into an oblivion
He didn’t want to share.
People stared
In that couldn’t care
Less
Unkind of way.
Not their day
Of ruination
So why not
Revel
In Condemnation
Of the down.
This gown
Won’t fit
Anyone.
That’s their plan
Humiliate man
Or any poor
Stray
That accidentally
Comes their way.
This needle
Will calm you
NOT!
Oh how I
Hate
These sterile wards of
Gloom.
Too soon
Empowered
To devour.
Clinically clean
In extreme
Eradicate all
Hope and dreams.
You’re very sick
They said
As they swiftly
Disabled
His Right to Reply.
Don't cry....
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