Back To My Dirt
Dredged me from squalid littoral
Brushed me up; saw the first light
Eschewed from things personal
Gleaming new being; future delight
Stepping on high table of moral
I'm now the well-heeled protégé of a rosy sight
O but it ain't free! T'has dismissal:
Obey without permit
Keep mouth shut, but be loyal
Respond with no slight
Shan't be heard; not even vocal
Still on duty like a freight
For their legacy's balance 'am focal
Because they showed me light
This, than my home, is abysmal
Thought 'twas free will-alright!
My place was freedom, though lousy local
Get me out of here. Take me back to my dirt
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