the good book says one to tame another to handle the whip and groan at the horses as they pull the freedom carriage
freedom from what?
freedom from fields of wheat and grass freedom from dirt and potatoes freedom from the bite of the whip in the sweltering Georgia pits
lord this good book isn’t very good at all these horses can pull their own but I am weak tamed invisible I am a pipe cleaner bent over and over until it snaps to quote I don’t want to live on this planet anymore I don’t want to live at all
this is the sun breaking through this is the vain bee trying to pollinate this is my rose under glass
quake if you must earth I have been shattered already