Jesus has this guy ever heard of subtlety (the name of the poem is freedom)

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What it is is a full tank of gas in your shiny new car

On your way to the mall

To exchange bits of paper

For cures to diseases that don’t exist

Fireworks, big parking lots,

It’s Fruit based confections, baked to perfection,

maybe topped with a slice of cheese flavored product

It’s also Cranium injuries, scholarships, and gay pride flags in June

Why, it can even be summed up with freshly mowed lawns and putting your fingers in your ears.

What it isn’t, you however may be surprised to find includes

Health, a stable food source, 

Being the master of what you create, or even buy. 

It isn’t making art, it isn’t liberation from your past mistakes,

It isn’t getting high, and it sure as hell isn’t riding a bicycle.

It isn’t a river that runs uphill.

It isn’t even high-velocity jacketed lead

It is the other thing that comes smoking out of gun barrels.