F*ck'em all!A Poem by Maxwell RyderThey want me to be something other than me
They want me to believe the events, the polls, that the earth is shaped like a coin under a starry dome of bright burning balls;
They want me to love the orange coiffe, and swing a blue light saber or a red one. If I swing a green one, I am a rebel. I have to laugh! All the while, we inhabit a Death Star and take our carriages at midnight, leaving our slipper behind for a stranger to call. F**k'em all. © 2017 Maxwell RyderReviews
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