Freedom?

The last person to tell me to ‘toe the line’ is still picking the scabs off of his knees.
I’m not sure if the misunderstanding was mine or his,
or if there is even a distinction…
homonyms never were my strong suit.

It’s about time someone else was dragged behind the horses of conformity
shielding me from the sidelong glances of the mindless masses
heads dog cocked because my collar is folded down.
Sniffing around my feet for signs of which planet I landed from,
committing the scent to memory because
No one comes here alone…

If you’re not dragging the bastards kicking and screaming
Or constantly looking over your shoulder
You can never be sure //you’re\\ not the wild eyed crazy wandering into the desert alone… exiled for curing leprosy, or because you can’t.
Or maybe you’re just so far behind, your blindness is simply ignorance, and not truly arrogance.
The peanut traces of social influence constricting your fragile airways
Hypoxic hallucinations confused for original thought…
a fantasy of green Mohawks, and Doc Martians.
Because you’re unique! So am I…
We’re two sides to the same coin,
a coin that never comes up tails.
It’s heads, I win, heads you win too…
everyone’s a winner. Don’t you want to be a winner?
We’re all tied for last.

And sure! You can be unique, but don’t you dare colour outside the lines!
Until we can all have a laugh at your ‘perversion’ on NBC, and still deny your equality,
You may find yourself on an uncomfortable couch confessing your darkest toilet sins to the upholder of social norms and prescribed pills to smooth your maytag wrinkled mind.
Pushed back inside the box you were delivered in, nestled snug in your bubble wrap and packing foam.
Here’s your Prozac, your Brittany CD, and your copy of US weekly… yes, there will be a test.

Go stand with the rest of the bleating heard,
Baah their praises, and be thankful
That you’re spared the burden
Of knowing yourself
And believing in it.