Sheeps of Society
Sitting back and laughing
at the masses,
I could not have planned it any better.
Social chaos rains down on the privileged.
Constantly balking at the system,
I dare play a game that I control.
Sensing that I will never be accepted,
I push the envelope to further annoy the man.
Not a friend of the norm,
Society frowns at every move I make.
Why do they question everything I do?
Perhaps speaking my mind scares them.
Lashing out at the political figure heads
sparks the debate throughout dinner.
The sheeps of society turn their backs.
Social chaos rains down on the privileged
Copyright © Eric Mcchesney | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment