She claims to be the mother of live liberty
She mothers chances, channels one to whom they'd want to be
She closes and then opens like a usual routine rendered by doors
She squeezes and widens like a Sunflower does
She loves with a leverage like a love for a piece of nut
She's priceless like a princess but she prices unlike princesses do
She cares and shows emotions only when a her favor flows
She makes laws low like bending it but actually she's breaking it
She invites in for dinner like a consorts do but no king can withstand her rules
Some call this rules and some say it looks to them rude
But not only God, everyone knows this to be unfair
She says "my house, my rules as well take charge of the game"
Until I rose up straight and uttered strongly
"Lady, if you think us toys of your choice to be played, living life itself is not a game
But a role to play"
Then she suggested why not Hollywood, with a clearing of a throat I waved say no
Rose up my sitters off the sit I sat, until the glass I held spat spills on me
Now that my white Kaftan turns red from the spills of her whine
She accuses me, it's blood, then denies me better passage but to the murder of her glasses even those I didn't break
I said what ... !
She said not only that, but for invasion on my party
I said what about your invite?
Until she's like, no no ... you're not ...!
But I can't figure how you fool came through here
Well that squares you with LPD to the FBI then CIA still
That's when we know who you can be ...
Rather than a guest in my party with long beard
Now, get him well detained accompanied with some better beer
Till I told her no, but I'm so great with my beard ...
©Racecourz
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