so here i was,
at the frigging courthouse,
like every year,
i find myself here,
facing the same bullshit charges,
and the judge does
what his/her collegues do;
convict me to yet another year of 'care'.
which means constant paranoid oversight,
and thus the fright of "medications",
administred under the the threats of the use of guns,
and so this becomes my only air;
an oppressed slave like existence,
wrongfully medicated, mistreated,
misdiagnosed not even just once.
locked up in my own home,
by the laws of the economy.
if the tax-man is the robber,
and the cop the enforcer,
what makes that of the lawyer?
of the politician?
both just a blur?
of an act done wearing expensive fur...
convict me to yet another year of 'care'.
which means constant paranoid oversight,
and thus the fright of "medications",
administred under the the threats of the use of guns,
and so this becomes my only air;
an oppressed slave like existence,
wrongfully medicated, mistreated,
misdiagnosed not even just once.
locked up in my own home,
by the laws of the economy.
so here i am,
judged in effect,
by a shrink like some lamb,
from that fucked up SDM sect.
convict me to yet another year of 'care'.
which means constant paranoid oversight,
and thus the fright of "medications",
administred under the the threats of the use of guns,
and so this becomes my only air;
an oppressed slave like existence,
wrongfully medicated, mistreated,
misdiagnosed not even just once.
locked up in my own home,
by the laws of the economy.
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