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Slap, kick, hit,

pinch, punch, spit,

jab, pull, shake,

how much more can I take

every hole in my body

has been invaded by their fingers

the smoke from their pipes linger

in the air as it stings my eyes

their is nothing I can do about the flies

that crawl on my backside

because I couldn't hold my insides

men walk by grab and pull my prize

They stare in disbelief can't

believe its size

why can't they leave me alone and

let me be



finally I get to step down

but I am quickly thrown to the ground

I don't know what I am being told

but with chains around my neck

I began my walk down a rocky dirt road