mental health

Freedom to become a whistling swan

Lying rusted and worn  on life’s barnyard floor

Crapped and pissed on by such a pretentious bore


Unshackle these chains of venomous darts

For despite the high gloss there is no heart


These false bonds carry a warrant

To exile falseholds to an un-enchanted forest


There need not be roadkill

but its time you consume your long awaiting swill


I expel you gone

And in turn there rises a whistling swan

I welcome your thoughts

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