Tuesday 7 May 2013

You choose what I should think, I become what you think

Idiots at the gate, of my wide open mind,
A pleasant visit, with thoughts so kind:
Their choreographed laws to impose
And the consequences of denial to remind;
By idiosyncracies to rule,
The open doors of free thought to slam behind.
By the barrel of the gun to scare,
To incarcerate by royal decree,
To choose what I should think,
To reformulate what I be.


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