It’s strange you know

I can’t deny

How those that chose

To blindly comply

Think it is

Even mildly ok

To force their will

And what they say

Upon those folk

Who choose to hold

And wait to see

If what’s being sold

Is in fact

Another lie

There’s been so many

And how they try

But desperation

Becomes the theme

To embolden the flock

To be extreme

Instead they sound

Like pushers of old

Repeating themselves

Until they are told

~

To fuck off

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks