I watch freedom dangling on a fishing hook from a rusty nail outside my door. Swinging to and fro it calls to me in a tantalising tone to take a piece. To savour the sweet nectar it hides within but I slip right past because I've already eaten. You see I've heard freedom is an acquired taste, it's something you have to really want and many just waste. Although I crave it deep within my soul, the taste is not worth the toll and the gruel I get is fine enough, I could last a lifetime on this stuff.