The Cull - A Rebuttal on a NAP Post

Something culled
Picked out due to perceived inferiority

Something hulled
Constant outcries forcing the layers off before it's time

Like a girdle
Forcing the air out - takes strength to breathe

Hark the herald, angels sing....
Glory to the new born king, his new queen

It's still so raw and the public posts don't appear all too angelic to me
The writing, tone, behavior - often above reproach

Yet
Somehow, so SHACKLED
Somehow, so RIDDLED
Somehow, so RUMPLED
Somehow, so TROUBLED
Somehow, so TATTERED

Those birds.....
HASSLED, RUFFLED......
But never muzzled

No matter my pleas for privacy during this tender time