They preach, laying the rules before me:
My appearance, my words, my soul, my occupation
should fall in line with their “high” expectation
or the hell will rain on my deity head –
Thou who reject our law will be dead.
I have no choice but to paddle in the shit-sea
listening to the voices barking with no restriction
and gobbling the weak to sustain their cruel ambition
confusing the masses and inspiring dread
by taking away every possible safety net.
Family, education, dreams and aspirations aren’t to be
Unless they are following the perfect pattern
that in the long run designed to cripple and shatter.
The society teaches: be like us or fear rejection,
Well, duh! But, fortunately, I’m fine without affection.