Wedged
I don’t
belong or like their song
They love
their haters and lots of bong
Individual
beware for groups rule their lair
Inquisitive
questions will grill you to despair
Stuck
away in the godforsaken plains
A world
where common sense is an orphan in chains
Their
religion is political and its fingers corrode
Control
is a freak show that reigns in ticks and mode
But youth
is their salvation with sweetness and libation
Rock on
and rock out is the escapism and liberation
But they
age so quick in mind and spirit
Rock
solid optimism’s death is the dirty secret
Where do
I find my sanity in this cauldron of insanity?
Yearning
for the light of the Lady with the Lamp is sanctity
To quit
is failure and the ultimate intimate violate
To stay
is the unknown with nothing inviolate
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