Chapter: Society

Pick me up, and throw me against a wall.
Under your reign, never shall I fall.
Your rules don't apply, watch me sprint in your halls,
Break everything in sight, and I'll still be the one in all.
Why should I conform, when society's a joke,
Cure breast cancer, while people die from second hand smoke,
And they cry fake tears, under an invisible mourning cloak,
Is this correct? Should I be taking notes?
Wanting to make a difference, but I can never be heard,
Has me thinking all my attempts are dumb and absurd,
Irrationally relevant, but idealistically blurred,
And you nod your head, and ignorantly concur.
Let creativity flourish, and suppress the restrictions,
These rules and regulations have caused so much affliction,
Let us be ourselves, that should be the correct jurisdiction,
Enough of this nonsense, let life come out of fiction.



This kid Jeff kept bugging me while I was writing this. He's cool though.