Sometimes they can't hellp but displace their face in a subdued grace without aim or fame they find blame and shame in all that was once held High in the sun- this one wants to see my head on a Golden platter to feed fatter her ego and watch me go out into a society based on denying my race of inherit despairent tendencies Not mending me but steadily sending me out into the thick of this SHOUT-back only to lack a voice,choice,brain, or representation of one who rides sain Main lines- but I stay kind in my own cynicide based chemical waste- land of free hand and caffiend dreams of screams and tears through fears of too much hope and beer.