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By Ben Nardolilli
Caught between a no end job
And a lack of family responsibilities,
I am Mr. Freedom in the flesh, the one
Prophesied by Mr. Jefferson
And the We the People who spoke
As one and three/fifths, two hundred plus
Years ago in a parchment voice.
I am not even chained by holding
The chains that bind others,
I supervise no one and fish for my dinner
Out of dumpsters and crashed parties,
No one waits for me to tip them
After flashing fathoms of fake smiles,
And I cut my own hair with fork and knife
Someone please set off fireworks
To announce my arrivals and departures,
I am all for myself, enough to warrant
Some extra bunting in the rafters
As well as conventions and tall sailing
Ships sitting like white wooden icebergs
In the harbors I expose myself too.
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