When field day comes to pass,
I’ll lie about cleaning all that’s glass.
Hide what’s dirty and put up what’s new.
It’s little more than a show for you.
I’ll leave out porn for you to see,
That way you’ll forget about me.
Tell me how I can clean it better,
To let you feel like you are smarter.
Please go through everything I own.
Take what’s private and make it known.
Walk through my room and judge what you see.
Run my life and tell me how to be.
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