I am not food to be eaten.
I am not fun to be had.
I am not toy to be played with.
I am not rose to bloom, or fruit to be plucked ripe.
I am no exhibition, no marvel.
I am no time to be wasted.
and no prize to be deserved or champion to be deserving.
Am I perfume to be sweet,
or lemon causing grimace?
I am no chain to bind,
no prisoner to be bound.
Go yourself,
as well, let me go.
Do not speak your words on my voice,
write yourself on my paper.
No experiment to be classified,
Am I?
What,
I am.
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