I want the white picket fence

where the whites picket,

fending for their right to pick a defence

against injustice, ladies and gents

I want them to feel such pain

yes I said it ladies and gents.


With no recompense

I want them to struggle

Like that of a muggle among wizards in a waverly place

To entice their tight lips and narrow hips

To sing songs and birth kids

To perfect their demeanour and rehearse it

So they can fit in with the rest of the kids.


That’s what I want. Sometimes.

That’s it.


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