the world has a way
of taking you out back
to the shed
and whipping you.
taking the raw green
branch and giving
you what for.
telling you who's in
charge, who sets the rules.
then you limp back,
pretending to be shamed
and repentant, but you're
not. you'll get out
of this somehow, get
over the fence
and run across the wide
green fields, unbroken.
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