You Can Run But You Can'T Hide From Yourself

Lie low when convenience calls Stick out your neck at optimum moments To climb and scale high social walls As you swerve away from avoidable torments To shunt aside a servile lifestyle Predicated on premises so thin You risk to frisk and whisk green bile If you hobnob with characters so mean They drive you into a ditch Where awash with confusion and indecision You struggle to make a switch in the stitch That misses the fabric from which a fusion Mixes and waxes fact and fiction to forget Why for a while you chose to lie low How you determined it wasn’t worth pursuing the target You once thought you knew lay in row Number one at the behest of fairness Until you perceived much water under the bridge Had gone by to cede room to meekness Grown more significant outside the fridge Where belief in necromancy Blew a hole in the knowledge base That inadvertently fed sycophancy Deemed significant in the case You strove to consider for possible inclusion in the novel You contemplated writing But gave up when it became clear your sleep in a Kafue National Park rondavel Lit up and rekindled your fighting Spirit to reject out of hand The notion that social associations grow cold When you openly take a stand Against attitudes that strike the prude as too bold To contemplate Too weak to make a lasting impression Too forward to merit a serving of caviar on a silver plate And too silly to warrant a mention in a poetry recital session.