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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