Archer V. Light

You are 'Sir.' You're a senator, and Senator, you were
Right. It's just a law, not the Word, not the Law. I'm
Learning how to speak again. These words are only
Structures when you choose to frame them in, and
Obviously, the framers would agree. You own a chair
And you are not there, you noble senator

Oh, dear Sir, I'm a librarian, and while I do not
Know of law, I know the things that make my stomach
Pitch and yaw. If I were gavaged on hunger strike
Wrongly fired upon or sullied blindly by dongs I'd
Hate us too, and that's why I've cornered you
Roman Senator. Can you still hear with all the
Marks on your ears?

Face me now - I want to see you break it down!
I want to feel our stars colliding, I want to see the
Sweat pour from your brow. I'll let it go, you're gonna
See me lose control. We do not fight for isolation
Have you seen the injuries? I want to see your heart
Of gold again, your heart of gold. We are kind, do
You remember that? I want to see your pro-life
Bear no exception, you Grand Old Senator

Oh, dear Sir, I'm a librarian, and I am not always
Right, but ours is the story of the archer and the light