A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Restrict me, ban me, censor me I implore My freedom of speech heretofore restricted My right to expression muffled like a mask against a deadly disease: the misuse of words formed by a one man army with a propaganda campaign against a redacting overlord and deemed by you, the owner of said business, Necessary to suppress with a corporate right to snub me snuff out what you see, er, I'm sorry, your fact checkers... or you could implore indifference don't react, stay these words of his/mine won't play but Twitter, the President of our U.S.A. what a snit, hey? he can just sign legislation to may this all go away? Well, I could have some fun thinking I could mix up a batch a potion of words and hurl at your expense but I've grown tired of you and of making a self-defense... so, sign the executive order which to him seems 'turnabout is fair play' this is a democracy and I can sue your pants off? if I don't get me way? You're putting a cap on that right, Don? Meh. We'll see. 5.28.20 Just a poem made up in a flash and will likely forget about for a few days. Interesting, though. Freedom of speech is not good for some businesses, I gue-ess. {that's a lilting syllable, right there, that was. uh-ha.) |