(An adaptation from : The Man In the Bowler Hat written by A.S.J Tessimond)
Written by: Nicolette Wee
Suit, on.
Grasp your body, throttle it
Let no part of your skin breathe
Let no bloody scar be seen
Excruciating, but be proud of it:
Without this,
You are nothing.
Tie, on.
Pull it, tighter and harder
Let no words out
Let no heaves of sighing be heard
Strangling, but with pride and dignity:
Without this,
You are nothing.
Hat, on.
Stun your brain, suffocate it
Let no thoughts wander
Let no freedom enter
Concussive, but think in ways of your master
Without this,
You are nothing.
All, off.
Come here son,
Suit and tie and hat,
Shall be no more.
Grow not in my way,
or you will be their prey.
Hurry, run away,
Without this son,
You are liberated.
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UNKNOWN THOUGHTS 