The last time I asked for help,
A man in a white coat,
A man in a green jacket,
And a man who had the presumption to call himself my father,
All participated in the process which incarcerated me for a month,
And led to me violent losing years thirteen of my life.
And so now – once more, fascist yous of twos and threes – you demand of me I ask for help?
Never will you have satisfaction crude, nor lewd:
Never will I go cross that line again.