A Cry For Help Maybe

Title is new. Piece maybe written in early 1971.  Life had spent most of its energy trying to control me, box me in, corral me.  School, church, military, marriage, suit & tie.  Life like a noose, a strait-jacket.  Try as I might, could only conform for so long.  Thought there was something wrong with me.  – JDW

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If I die

Because of their blindness

Let me go alone.

I hate them in life

Their rodent conformity

Clustering, clobbering, clamoring

Coughing hordes.

Let them die

Who damn a stream

To flood a valley

Who bring down a tree

To pave the meadow

To park a car.

Let them die together

Let me go alone

Naked and bury me.

Let me feed a worm.

Here I Am

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