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Franklin Pettifogger in the Protest Zone Decidedly, it's a stroke of blessed good fortune That I was born in the United States of America, Not the People's Republic of China,
Because, if you really must know, I'm a fellow given to disputatiousness, With an eye out for creeping injustice,
Which, from everything I came to discover, During my two-week vacation at the Olympics, Created some very testy entanglements for me,
When I applied, at the Beijing Public Security Bureau, For a permit to avail myself of a "protest zone," Where I could assert my inalienable right to free speech.
I was supposed to gain access to a fenced-off area, Where I'd be able to mount my soapbox And fulminate with impunity.
But I was denied by the authorities, indeed detained, Subjected to a grueling admininstrative water torture, During my who-knows-how-long incarceration.
After the closing ceremonies, I was released, Having been robbed of my original fire, Officially convinced that what I'd intended to vent
Wasn't worth creating an international incident over. All I really wanted to do was just protest Not being able to find a joint that serves crab Rangoon.
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