We’re guilty
Guilty of clapping off beat
Not wearing our shoes when we’re supposed to keep them on
Wearing a cap and sunglasses
Hooting when nothing happens
Hollering at the end of each collective breath
We give a standing ovation for every tear and exhalation
Because we can
And it’s free
It’s free to stand and stomp your feet
It’s free to speak in Russian and explain the gospel
It’s free when no one holds you accountable
It’s free when you can walk on water
and sing your death into a microphone
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