they locked
me up for speaking my mind because truth is violence in their insane world I was drunk on freedom and the license it gave me but to think too deeply is to dig your own grave I was drunk on freedom but
I overreached now I’m the odd man
out in a party of strangers queer bedfellows both orphans and strays in this menagerie of singular strangers I
found a voice to unlock their
secrets yes, I found a voice but it was not my own
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