Conformity does not Comfort Me
Conformity does not comfort me
Its friendly friends
with clown smiles,
beware of the guile,
beware of the bile.
Rambling repertoire
from a mouth of an asp,
subject matter
I just cannot grasp.
If following along
is the mission of most,
I cannot dance
and sing as the host.
The wolf on the lone path
the eagle soaring high
picket signs against tear gas
having the snow leopards eye.
I will stand in solidarity
these resolute individualists
the nature of their souls
has no conformity.
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