oh, i believe in the freedom of speech, i really do, on one condition: sing *******! sing! there's no freedom of speech, unless it's coupled with the talent of song... no wonder the Japanese invaded the new continent with their Karaoke spoofs akin to teen, idols... yep... the axis powers lost... and no one can blame it on Marxism... how funny!*

to be free to take to speech,
is synonymous
with the slavery of
possessing (unoriginal)
thought, minus the argument
for "originality":
any thought at all;
who wrote this ****,
a bunch of cognitive
claustrophobes -
last time i heard thinking
was the ultimate playground!
- just because this is written
on white pixel papyrus doesn't
mean i'm being vocal about it,
a common misunderstanding
is that i'm somehow
"speaking" by using this medium...
solo in a room:
click click click, click click, click...
maybe a mouse did squeak,
maybe it didn't...
the defence for the freedom
of speech, really translates
as a form of claustrophobia...
in the most profane way...
which also trans-valuates itself
into agoraphobia, paradoxically,
i.e. all that freedom
to roam, invest in theories,
and yet so much constriton
to have to say something...
         when, once upon a time
thought was the only source
of freedom,
the now waggling, incessant tongue
breeds nothing but shackles,
the right to speak
is no right to think...
                the thespian salutation:
la la la la la la la...
tongue waggling...
which, really does beat the,
concept of the Mongolian harmonica...
what a puny defence for freedom...
talk all you want,
divulge in your wants, needs,
& greediness,
and then watch them feed you
to total a beached whale...
          and then retract...
watch'ah t'inking 'boot?
                thought so... not much,
so what's the point of having
a tongue?
                   just say the same
analogous **** and let's get it over
and down with.