If I could say What I wanted Nobody Would be Very well Pleased With Me I would say Outrageously Honest Things such as "Men are Not and Can never Be women" and "The problem With some people Of a certain Pale persuasion Is that their Expectations Don't jibe With their Reality." And that "A little Inbred Entitlement Is a dangerous Thing" And.... "I should know I did forty five Years of hard time Unlearning That insanity." I would say Luxurious Things such as "I really love Milk and cream And brie And meat But I eat none of It because I dislike Suffering In any form, Yet vegan Cheese Tastes like Sin of the Homemade Variety And never Reeled me In." I would revel In the fact I could say "This is not me" And "I don't want to Because I just Don't" I would say "Can't And Shan't And Won't." I would say Exactly What I mean And when People hurt me Instead of Quietly Sitting and Internalizing I would grasp the Decadent rose By it's deadliest Thorn and say "That is not it And all. That is not it At all." Instead, I suppose I should just be Quiet And obedient And sit in a Sodden Saddened Repose Thinking of all The things I could say and Do if I had not Given up The wild and Angry Ghost.