I’m writing
because they’ll lock me up
if I only scream
if I only scream and never shut up

because they’ll lock me up
for inarticulate rage
if I only scream and never shut up
there’s a padded dark-cornered cage

for inarticulate rage
there’s no alphabet or transcript
there’s a padded dark-cornered cage
for people the world’s unzipped

there’s no alphabet or transcript
the true story’s curdled and congealed
for people the world’s unzipped
for those whose lips are sealed

the true story’s curdled and congealed
if I only scream
for those whose lips are sealed
I’m writing