The strain of being what we're not
Means much of life is played in mime
Drilled into us as tiny tot.
It's “Think of others!”, “Stand aside!”
The Common Good must needs come first
We're just a pawn in life's rough ride
In sublimation subtly versed.
Well, I've reached an age when this seems mad
Why should my needs not find a voice?
If you like me, then I'm glad
If not, that's fine - you've made your choice!
If we're bending backwards to “fit in”
Afraid to rock the social boat
Then crazy “PC” seeps right in
Our real thoughts, watered down, remote.
Why is “being real” so hard to do?
Why can't we say just what we mean?
Self-censure is a malaise new
Let's have a much more “lively” scene!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
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