The Hate Parade
May I be so bold,
as to not be sold,
into trade,
flaunted in your consumerist... parade,
I shall not whirl, I shall not twirl,
I shall not be part of your shallow world,
and although you may poke and prod,
I will reject your king and god,
for I myself know what I am,
not you, or them, or Uncle Sam,
for I now know what it's like to "be",
I have found individuality.
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