I Drip Hot Sauce
All Around Where
They Come In...
Because That
Confuses 'Em
And Makes Them
Go Insane.
A Few Get By,
And I Eliminate
'Em Forthwith.
I Want The Kitchen
To Have The Reputation
(For Ants) Of Where
Our Fellow Brothers
Went Insane.
And That's Horrific.
Because I Don't
Really Care About
A Few Ants Very Much.
They Just Bother Me,
Because They Are
Autobot Conformists
Who Only Care About
THEIR Goals... And
Aren't My Enemy,
But Never Care At
All What I Need...
I Have To Be Selfish,
Or I'm Too Mean And
Depressed.
You Know. Grrr.
-Gray Squirrel
12-09-2025
An era of peace, love and flowers
psychedelic drugs, sex orgies, people-power
Out to shake up the world every which way
violence eventually carried the day
long hair, ripped jeans, love-beaded conformists
became ‘black-power,’ SDS, urban guerilla performists
Preaching morality, practicing brutality
~ trampled ‘neath law-‘n-order mentality
All of our lives were fed Disney lies about how perfect the world is
Then the day comes one we're forced to breathe deep the darkness that envelopes our soul
We spend so much time being conformists and blind til our death finally sneaks from behind
He's come to reap all the secrets we keep while he stares from his cold lifeless eyes
Takes the heart of a lion to express your genuine roar.
How easy it is, to go along simply to please
the crowd.
Be all smiles and jokes, with daisies but no
significant sound.
Telling the truth, no way, you are to afraid to
be ignored.
We go through life just once, there is no second chance.
You can make the world better, it is so profoundly
needed ……you know?
Conformists just bow to the government’s
evil taxes and blows.
Brave up now, fear no man,joyfully do your
Independence dance!
6/22/2024
be a follower
afraid to be the real you
conformists all lose
just lap dog fame
disingenuous is your name,
cookie-cutter fame
deceit fills your day
selling your soul to belong
empty shell on sand
2/27/2023
I am but an outcast member
Misfortune led my reputation astray
Fake people led me to nowhere
So it's futile to prolong my days
If only I were more rich in hope?
I am a lion missing from its pride
Predatory dominance expelled me
Roars of strife that cut to the inside
Casted me out to the open where I'm free
I am more fierce than the break of dawn
I am an exemplary rebel of the millennium
Integrity, honour, and bravery is what I live by
To see conformists act as wrongdoers,
When it's total hypocrisy, for the time is nigh
A dawn of a new age awaits
Now I am a man more rich in hope
Pride and self-confidence absorbs me
So if you ever want to start a riot
And you want to be free
Better call King Pariah who will help you see
Track: Fall Out Boy - The Young Blood Chronicles
Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world of conformists.
~Nikola Tesla
I've never been
To Alberta, Texas or Florida,
No, I haven't been
And I don't intend to go.
It's not Covid
That keeps me home
It seems that will be with us
Until Eternity comes.
It's a virus you know
And will mutate
In dozens of ways,
Survival of the fittest...
I am an almost hermit,
I don't like most people
Except for Mom,
Of course.
I venture into town
Only when I have to,
Covid hasn't changed
Me much at all!
Like Twain once said,
"The more I learn about people
The more I like my dog!"
In fact, all five of them,
And a couple of cats.
For: Alberta Texas Florida Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Aware,
I may not
Appeal to others.
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion,
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was,
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion
Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...
Sometimes I
just want to lie on
the grass with
yellow blooms,
daisy heads between my toes
to make a statement.
In a world
of conformists who
swarm cities
in their suits,
I take my time...being me
and that’s what matters.
No hustle
bustle, kafuffle
in my life,
a private
realm of serenity and
peace where I reside.
As the grass
tickles my tootsies,
giggling green
chlorphylled
toesies wave, greeting the day
with daisy jewels.
Shadorma Form
Feathered Fiends
by Michael R. Burch
Fascists of a feather
flock together.
***
Alternate:
Conformists of a feather
flock together.
Keywords/Tags: fascists, flock, together, fascism, conformists, nazis, blackshirts, brownshirts, dictator, tyrant, autocrat, despot, totalitarian, cultist, militarist, war, World War I, World War II, world conflicts, racism, racist, injustice, brutality, murder, violence, power, military
Revenge, pretend or carry the pain
Sadism heals no hurt
A pretender bleeds to death
The weight of pain builds your strength
Change, blend or disdain
Crusaders changed the world
Conformists stood in their way
Deniers remained astray
Crossroads, dead ends or a one way
Dead ends have no life
A one way has no options
Adventure into the crossroads
Be A Plucky Poet
Just go through life being your complete,
entire self.
You may get more than a few
head bonks and conformists who run
like the plague from you.
Would you prefer to be plastic
or rather stand out sparkling?
Like beautiful Waterford crystal
unique and shining on a shelf?
A true individualist who speaks
their truth openly.
I call that, quite close to holy!
Be that plucky poet with a
disdain to be like other poets in
the sea..
November 8, 2019
~ Panagiota ~
Post Labor Day non conformists unite
even if it means getting kicked off a flight
protesting with hues
still wearing on cue
ivory to cream colored ghostly whites!
9-4-17
When conformists' adherence to
irksome, empty, shallow, hollow
obsolete rules
overrides unadulterated substance...
imported intuitive works
of essence, potence...spirit
When lettered law
obscures, obliterates
disintegrates
vital verve
When egotistical opinion
ascends higher, reigns over...
tramples on authentic art
This is when I dispose and disclose
I hold scant esteem for form...
mundane reins
colorless, humdrum
lackluster genre
or those whose swollen ego
is entirely, absolutely
engrossed and entombed
in them
Genuine unfeigned expression
shatters traditionalists'
trivial thrashing trash
Veritable voices resound
thunder, reverberate
resonate
in spite of outdated
highly esteemed
decadent modalities
education... influence
bound, chained
shackled, inhumed
by absurd vanities
veritably pluming pride
ignorance and arrogance
boorishly dispatching
meaningless, lifeless
senseless, worthless
drivel
It clouds the vision of its proponents
Causing them to see things that are not.
It mixes their minds into components
To which rational people give no thought.
It dismisses those whose eyes are angled
Or whose skin is anything but white.
It is quick to see the homeless as mangled
And to surmise they cannot be half-right.
It believes its views are singularly correct
And all other positions implacably wrong.
It lumps non-conformists into a sect
And treats them as a misguided throng.
It forecloses on every outreached move
Designed to help it achieve perspective.
It knows what it knows—nothing to prove,
Unaware its thinking is grossly defective.
It owns uniquely the truth of every issue,
Taking care to avoid having facts intervene.
Its arguments are made of gossamer tissue,
And in time they are sluiced from the scene.
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