IN THE LAND OF THE NOT SO FREE
Sometimes I wonder,What is wrong with me.
Living in the land,
Of the Not so free.
Not keen on neighbours,
Partying till after three.
No guns in our country,
In the land of the not so free.
Which is probably just as well,
If you party till after three.
Noise abatement is a crime,
In the land of the Not so free.
Think I'd buy a rifle not a gun,
If noise continues I'd have my fun.
A nice quiet cell for me,
In the land of the Not so free.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-12 at 01:35
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