gavels and bells

what more can i dream, really? i am sticking to this written confession...it seems words on a screen are all i have some days in the first place. hell, let them arrest me. put me on trial, it will not be the first time. the judge can eat his gavel and call so much wooden defication justice, but i will not be silenced. they are changing the laws (and making new ones!) for people like me and even you too. soon your voice will land you in prison before they are through. you best keep yer mouth shut boy! don't you get it? this is private property. they'll be no dissent in the malls here, see?