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This here’s a ball.

This here’s a chain.

Around his ankle.

Don’t cause no pain.

Least pain he feels.

S’below his limen.

But if he could feel

These walls be climbin’.

And as you know

His feelings flow

In no direction.

See he can’t change.

This ain’t free range.

No pain engages,

No emotion rages,

Boredom displays his

Utter contempt for strange.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.