Taco Bell
It’s summer time
school is out and you’re free
You can’t wait to go to Taco Bell
although there is no money
You applied for it
now your summer is no longer free
but there plenty of money to go eat
It serves for food but also a gateway
a gateway to liberation
Its stuffy in the house
your house is no longer free
Your schedule is no longer free
but liberation continues to build off patience
and hard work
Liberation is your goal
you never call out like your friends
Liberation is the endgame
your progress is beautiful
You have it saved for the best Christmas presents
this year, you will make them proud
But this year is the year
he quits his job
No more Taco Bell
No more presents
it doesn’t wait patiently anymore
it’s due every month now
until it’s all gone
It was selfish of him
but you still love him
it’s still all gone
Liberation is cloudy only a mere thought
liberation isn’t opportunity anymore it’s a dream
You don’t pack your schedule anymore for Taco Bell
Or spectacular Christmas presents
You pack it for Liberation.
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