If you go back to the beginning, your
entrance was unclothed.
No one's born answering to “Montague”
or “Capulet” or “Rose.”
The world calls names and uses
packaging so it can comprehend.
You've spent life wrapped in labels,
living up–or down–to them,
But if the canners missed something,
some ingredient inside,
and if it wants to see the light again,
I'll take it for a ride.
See, when I was made, QC was sick, or
sleeping on the job.
I can show you all the places
expectation has forgot.
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