Chip On Your Shoulder

by Jkan

It was, a big, dis-rispect,
Upset my style,
It was necessary, to take step,
To re-dress,
What was a transgress,
For i detest,
That individual intent,
To supress,
Freedom of speech,
When all that i seek,
Was to express,
Myself,
In the manner, that, I speak,
Wholly volatile,
Animated maybe,
I won't be,
Meek,
Neither will I,
Squeak,
If my fore parents bow,
I will not,
Bruise,
My knees,
Nor! Will I be,
A doormat,
Upon which,
You wipe,
You're feet.


Chip On Your Shoulder by Jkan

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