Mad, that’s what they called me.
Mad because I didn’t live in a house where they could watch me.
Mad because I drank river water instead of the fluoride-laced tap water they give you.
Mad because I lived along the Dart but never around the towns where they patrolled.
Mad because I scared their children when I tried to open their eyes.
Mad because I scared their dogs by trying to speak with them in their own language.
Mad because I scared their cars by opening the doors to check they weren’t bugged.
Mad because I scared their policemen by waving that knife so they couldn’t catch me.
Mad because I’d rather leap off that bridge than let them take me away for the experiments and brainwashing.
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