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For, your concept is wrong. For all those WHO Cowered away in fear, Afraid of a little blackmail, Of a video, or a still photo, or two, Let me tell you, it isn’t worth it, To live your lives in fear, As secrets come up to the surface, In any ways, in which, they want. It is we, WHO, are unafraid, WHO get what we want. For, we get paid in kickbacks and flaunts. Feathers laid out, and properly named, Was my father’s taunt. For the hours my father Spent chasing after it, I think that he was wrong. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
Rage Against Therianthropy
For, your concept is wrong. For all those WHO Cowered away in fear, Afraid of a little blackmail, Of a video, or a still photo, or two, Let me tell you, it isn’t worth it, To live your lives in fear, As secrets come up to the surface, In any ways, in which, they want. It is we, WHO, are unafraid, WHO get what we want. For, we get paid in kickbacks and flaunts. Feathers laid out, and properly named, Was my father’s taunt. For the hours my father Spent chasing after it, I think that he was wrong. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
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