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