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Free Man


Free Man

He couldn't help himself
His life was faster than his past
Government agencies couldn't keep up
With his action selection
As it kept them out
By a fraction
To him it was only about him
Survival was part of his whim
His success ensured
By the stagnation of agencies
Before they realized
He got away with it

After he settled down
They came to investigate
The damage he'd done
Upon them
By then it was too late
As they had procured
His isolation
With education
And endured
His conflagration
In spite of themselves
There was no holding him
Back
Or down

There was no rock nor roll
To wrap things up
In no good news
Paper thin
He was a sign of the times
Out of the blues
Within the din
With rapier wit
And in a fit of starts
His action sounded larger
Than old farts spangle
Which is why his Universe
Won't fall apart
While the dingle dangle

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