Friday, November 10, 2017

grind the gears of culture

The grinding gears of conformity
May well crush the forces of self
But until it kills me
I will fight it as long as I am alive
That is the guarantee
Every ounce of I am
Artfully
Resists
Grind gears
Grind away
I refuse to surrender
So long as I have breath
I will exist
And when I am done
You will remember me
For my death
I am a body
You are cancer
I refuse to be
Who you declare
I am one
You are not my master
I am one
Not one of many
I am made of flesh
Within I possess a will
I will gladly march to oblivion
But you will not be
My commander