The Department Murdered His Poetry
He’s being chased by The Department,
Now his livelihoods at stake.
What was once a beautiful, restful sleep,
Has become a twitching wake.
It started when he refused to paint a face,
And that was the end, or so he thought.
But then the rage became a point,
And he was standing upright in court.
He was accused, assumed of all the guilt,
He was set upon by the law,
And even when the liar confessed,
He had to fight some innocent war.
Still, The Department waited 15 months,
Before they put him back without a fight,
And now they want to remove him again,
Because they dislike poetic write.
The Department have assumed his guilt,
It never mattered how absurd the lie.
The Department’s made him feel less than human,
I think the Department wants him to die.
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