I am not your broom

I am not your broom

I am not your broom.
I am not your broom.
I’ve had enough, I’m throwing off the chains of servitude.

I am not your broom.
I am not your broom.
No longer must I sweep for you, for I am not your broom.

Credit to They Might Be Giants for their lyrics. They so fit my mood today.

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