no to body autonomy,

“..smack my ketchup..”

“..fart importer..”

“..never bender..”

“..lord’s old porker..”

if I can’t hit,

then why can I spit

bile and hatred.

ripped apart at the edges,

incitement to excitement,

“..watching people drown again..”

are you free to spill bollocks

from out your mouth?

yes, should you alter?

“..nah, we like a car crash!.”

so some want to listen,

“..to their racist tradition..”

the freedom to feel hatred,

the freedom to steal everything,

the freedom to die without

cry of remorse

for what hope cried aloud.

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