Tipping and toddling the old man is rocking
back and forth the sea crippling and jostling
underneath the raft the serpents slipping past
their tongues as oil into ear shot crafting
With little to spare but words dancing on air
and no action to shake the world of its fate
each slip of the tongue, each wrong unsung
correct me not and no harm be done
Ignorant to issue and empathetic bringing tissue
to paper with pen the law written blood in
call "land of the free" and "great harmony"
smiling to say: "there are no strings on me"
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