Le Poison

The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds We try to escape its consequences yet We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind Protected by laws and rules set by Society Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn Waiting for the right moment to strike Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader Only then Society bows to the victorious It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote