My Land - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

My Land

This is my land,
My house,
My vehicles,
I own them and
Nobody’s going to
Tell me what I can
And can’t do
On my own property,
This is a free country,
I’ll do what I want
And if anybody
Has a problem with that,
Then things are going to
Get ugly very quickly.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer