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Rebel Indeed
I’d like you to think
I break all the rules
I cross at red lights,
my chains are my jewels
My tattoos define me,
my piercings refine me,
my trappings confine me
and no one can find me
I won’t give ‘em the chance
to look down, askance
at the holes in my pants –
Yet in the midst of this dance,
this lonely romance,
where I insist on my stance
of being a rebel,
a man alone and unique
The real truth of it is,
always and everywhere,
it’s really acceptance I seek.
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