You detracting tyrants,
Don’t try to railroad me,
I’m not factory issue,
I’m not a homing pigeon,
Not an outlaw,
Not bound for your stifling captivity,
I’m an artist,
Your box doesn’t contain me,
I am mutable,
I am liquid,
I am herculean,
I shall slip from your cubic cell,
This killing jar,
I’ll turn it into particles,
Erupt into the world,
A fountain of prismatic ink,
Every feeling under the rainbow,
Newly at liberty to compose and create.

Excellent! great poetry! ❤
Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes! Amen! “A fountain of prismatic ink”,…sublime
Thank you my friend! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure😊