Freedom is a starry night
It’s downright delicious
Often I grab a tiny bite
of that which is precious
I walk for the sake of it
Periodically stopping to inhale
Options are - getting fit
or to amuse bathroom scale
Rows of restaurants call
as I stroll by
Eventually I sample all
without asking why
Today I choose not to wear
cotton or synthetics
It matters not who stares
at my dangling bit
Silence is broken
Keys disturb sleeping locks
Freedom - stolen
Conversation knocks