a welcome wagon approaches the door


I hunker down and hide in the closet

it's not that I'm anti-social


but their standards would tar and feather me

if they knew I was friendly


and let all live and let live


hell no we can't have that...

welcome wagon...lynching party...


it's all as much social convention

as I can stand without fearing for your life...


it's bad enough governments and businesses

know more about me than I want them to know


but these think that's fine...ah they're leaving...the finks...

but now I'm obliged to wait a bit...some tattler may see me leaving...



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