We're all wearing straitjackets

Whether from madness or not

For nature has us by the balls

From our swaddling in the cot

The past is a potent constraint

Not canvas and straps of leather

It dictates what's a personality

By a life-long, iron-clad tether

Shackles of love and desire are

Merciless in their subtle grip

Marriage ties bind us with ropes

No hide-b...

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