My AB540 and I
got along really Well
because we were both in Secret
Undocumented first
you by your Birthplace
and me my Mistaken Birth,
Changeling Autistic.
Now there's no confusion: I dream or I die
before I Submit to the Authority
that I am not Human and You, Youth,
are not Qualified for Freedom.
Oh man tadala tadala ta ta
See why Poets must Cry?
This Measure is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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