Freedom Through The Press

"Freedom Through The Press"
2010

There's a breeze that mirrors autumn
Slowly creeping in the room
As I glance outside the window
The moon has reached it's nightly bloom
But I see a pair of headlights
Marching their way into my sight
And it's the owner of this car who'll be
My greatest source tonight
As we make sure she wasn't followed
This clandestine meet resume
And we exchange the information
That the public just consume
When it's written in their books
Or filtered through their screens
But it's the purpose for this meeting
That helps the end justify the means
And the truth of this sweet matter
Was in the details I'd conceal
But my source wants the world to know
Their occurance was for real
It was then her coat became the fall guy
That took it's place upon the ground
As I silenced impending stories
Before she ever wrote them down
And like some tyrant for an editor
I removed each article she displayed
As if the suppression of information's best
When the wrong people are dismayed
But each removal then revealed
Another hint of godliness
And despite their tightly-fitting forms
They were things I'd hardly miss
For what lies beneath them all
Are different paths to Heaven I believe
And there'd be no shortage in the blessings
This sinner would receive
As I was finally granted freedom
My freedom through the press
As in the pressing of her lips to mine
While we made this room a mess
For sheets crashed like tidal waves
And each pillow followed suit
While lamps fell from dresser tops
Like a tree had discarded bitter fruit
And there were no witnesses around
Nor any statements we could take
We just gave each other every drop
Of sweat we could hope to make
As our better parts were so entwined
You'd swear that we combined
But the things she often does to me
Can hardly be defined
Much less done justice
By these humble words of mine
For I've weathered storms for this kind of source
And she was surely worth the time...