Freedom Takes Another Life

Freedom takes another life: grow up, someone somewhere’s always telling you what to do; teacher, preacher, parents, coaches, fraternities, policemen Then suddenly one day, they just pull the tablecloth out completely; you fall on the floor, amid broken china you crawl away to cover yourself your bleeding nakedness, they follow along behind, kicking you for everything you forgot, beating you in time, to the cadence of all your slovenly forgetting your clueless indifference, your myopic wanderings; The whole world judging, abandoning you you didn't give the world what it needed; what she wanted what he wanted, you've smashed all their hopes and dreams you stumbler in the darkness, you purveyor of the unwanted When they dissembled and hedged about what they did or didn't desire you were supposed to condense that sound into all those people screaming at you from childhood- and act But you didn't you just stood there- stood there and stood there, rooting; pathetically crying, and moaning that you didn't know what they wanted from you that you never had gotten it- Maybe you'll die alone now, and you'll deserve that too Dead is how they always wanted you; invisibly corrupted underground, finally quiet, out of the way- now do you get it? Maybe you can finally just get with the program now. Just look at yourself; a rotten mess: What have you got to say for yourself now?