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A Yellow Sunshine Night
Talked to woman on phone
Stupid bitch spoke to me
like I was an idiot
Pandered to me as
if I was mentally
disabled
unable to understand
her rigid control
Isolated towers of
bureaucrats
where iron ruled
monsters create
gold toned rules
People follow
lost sheep
tumbled words of
legal paper
made real by
the judges appointed
to control our
behaviour
Stupid bitch
spoke sternly to me
She ruled her desk
with a feathered whip
Brave in her dogma
lost in her heart
Take out my pencil
write each word she says
than erase it from
my life
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I love your images and metaphors. You're great
Vive le Quebec libre!