To live free
Not on dirty streets
Full of bigotry
Where you're spit upon
With worst of insults
Where the spoiled brat's vomit
Hits face and smarts weary eyes
Where the filthy rich's neatly groomed French poodle
Pisses and shits upon your humanity

To live free
Not in a shelter for the homeless
Where urine-perfumed air stings the nostrils
And freshly released vomit smells like stale juice
Where cockroaches and rats battle for supremacy
Where humanity is reduced to less than zero
And the struggle for survival is a contest of wills
Where the less severely depressed win by chance alone

But instead, to live free
In a storage locker
Covered by a blanket of knowledge
Surrounded with friends from other worlds
In books filled with reality and fantasy
To cleanse the mind of rat-infested thoughts of bigotry
To shower side-by-side with the mentally and physically fit
To feel a shred of humanity in a cage full of brutality
To taste the bittersweet reality of a bohemian rhapsody