rife with struggle to attain a mass exodus
I have not yet looked to my heart and
Rhetoric, hollow and undeep, is the yoke we all
hope to free
But how different that would render one,
Vulnerable to a majority;
You're not tenuous to be yourself, are
Ain't that typical
As if the only saviour to ridicule is to wash
clean of what comes naturally.
Not just what, but the words, the pent up
if not amour,
Oh, yes, congruence I do believe exists, it's
not a black or
Fake, plastic (trees?), I judge not, lest I
An honorable stance, but stand with me (on a
I am no paragon of it's worthy lesson.
Back to the profundity because I can claim to
repel the phony
But it's a matter of supression, regression, to
proverbial rights and wrongs.
Are they right?
No, but listen not to the likes of my