Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Run

In death and taxes you are alone; one sitting duck.
Only a river runs free, wild and ever-escaping,
All parts of it evade captivity; don't call it luck.
Running water is the only fugitive from legislative draining.

Forests and mountains are charted, numbered and closely watched.
They cannot claim independence; the verdict would be national treason.
But wait! Large corporations are now reserving all rights to your waterbed
Soon, you will be thirsty as well, in your bootless quest for freedom.





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