Conformity
Conformity is not my style.
Not even for a little while.
It cramps me up with little joy.
I’m not your mama’s little boy.
These words of fact are mine to tell.
There are no coins within my well.
Wish in one hand, crap in the other.
Only one will fill and it will smother.
Common sense now slowly fades.
Locked indoors in shades of grey.
The golden hue we once held dear.
Is taken away with words of fear.
Only you can prevent this raging fire.
More wealth and greed from man’s desire.
Vaccines will come 5g unfolds.
Don’t march in line because you’re told.
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