They say they want to land
I warn them off
With a glance to my brow
They ask why
I try to describe patriarchy
With my mind’s eye
With my hands tied
But all I can manage
Is a tapped out
Rhythm, spelled like this:
dot dot dot dot
dot
dot dash dot dot
dot dash dash dot
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