Have you no shame?
No. Shame is for those too weak to face the truth of themselves.
I have no time for the whispers of simpletons and prudes, nor the moronic chatter of the public morality.
The evil envious eyes evolve not, for they rest in hollow skulls.
Pure in the sight of their peers are the bearers of the darkest dreams.
Let them judge me on the merit of my honest, without regard to my crude or distained approach, for it is within this truth I find freedom.

Yet once their vote cast, their minds deceive them through the prejudices the majority imposed on them as well. In time heir shackles will rust and their chains weight increase, and chew into the flesh with each restrained motion forward.

Their eternal internal restlessness they have earned,
And in their sleepless beds at night they will churn,
My written words are the ashes of the shelved urn,
My beguiled words in them will continue to burn,
Their corrupt knowledge will unravel and become unlearned,
Recalling departed loves and wanted life spurned.

Freedom of expression can not be silenced.
No more on this shall I dwell. I am with fault and I am proud, for I am Alive. I am free!

And in the flickering haze of a single remaining florescent light,
The ink of my pen shall streak the stall walls of the 7-ll bathroom.