Those rules created shape a little life
Perhaps you think survival’s on the line
My ruler thrown away and so I make
My curves and spirals feeling mighty fine
Perhaps you found you’re living in a box
Step outside there’s  jasmine in the air
Four walls become a prison known as home
If we confine our hearts and minds to there
Imagine the abandonment of straight
A kinky queer whose slinking off the track
Meander down a path that no one beats
And you might find the freedom that you lack
Remove the jacket if you’re in a strait
Deny the norm and start to deviate


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