You may temporarily
chain me;
but can never enslave
my soul—the mind—
like music—born free,
rhythmically pounding
physical liberation;
loudly hip-hopping along
freedom’s trail
where bells are ringing,
the people are singing,
the new day is raining,
and J. H. is playing
the national you know what!
transforming negative conforming
on this new day beautiful morning.