It begins with a phrase--a conundrum
of Sound--there's no One getting out of here
without Declaration. I have These--my
rights to Refusal at any moment
in Time. I'm not here to be Inspected.
You're a Poor Loser from first Glance. You're not
a Candidate. (NOT a Chance) You're an Ass
unworthy Accessor. My ACCESS I
retain and my Rights to my Freedom, Oaths
to my Introspectual Staminaes...
We all have our own Talents. Mine is Verse.
Yours are Lust, Gluttony, Power over
Negatives. You don't comprehend Consent?
You're a sexual harasser getting Past
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