Inside My Stencil Case Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

As long as you hold my hand
I'll be safe inside my stencil case,
I'll not be a liability,
I'll be quiet and submissive
as long as you guide my path
through walls that never stop squeezing,
I'll do your bidding, swallow all your propaganda,
and suppress my being bold
bite my own hand
and cross my ballot box.
That is, until I am feeble of mind and weak
No longer fit to serve at your table with a subordinate thought.