I love to speak from behind the jail bars of civility so that my words may not be bound by this ‘innocuous’ incarceration.
Some people call it ‘Civility’.
But I call it a façade of falsetto that hide who they truly are.
Life is ruthless.
Everyone seems to be the judge of your life.
I hear their Gavel slammed against the table to remind me of my missteps.
But I have learned to care less.
I have deprived my actions to dance to the tune of their Gavels.
To that, my critics called me arrogant.
But I laughed – ARROGANTLY.
I leaned forward;
close enough so that my detractors can digest the stench of my disgust
and absorb every bit of my indignation.
Pardon me!
But if I may ascend to the Judge’s seat,
I will pronounce you guilty of hypocrisy.
I may even sentence you to twenty-five consecutive life in prison
for the callous murder of your true thoughts.
Another 20 consecutive life in prison
for the suppression of your true character;
and probably recommend Capital punishment
for the false advertisement of who you truly are.
But I’ll refrain from seeking out their impudence.
Those shoes aren’t mine to fill.
Some people call it ‘Civility’.
But I call it a façade of falsetto that hide who they truly are.
Life is ruthless.
Everyone seems to be the judge of your life.
I hear their Gavel slammed against the table to remind me of my missteps.
But I have learned to care less.
I have deprived my actions to dance to the tune of their Gavels.
To that, my critics called me arrogant.
But I laughed – ARROGANTLY.
I leaned forward;
close enough so that my detractors can digest the stench of my disgust
and absorb every bit of my indignation.
Pardon me!
But if I may ascend to the Judge’s seat,
I will pronounce you guilty of hypocrisy.
I may even sentence you to twenty-five consecutive life in prison
for the callous murder of your true thoughts.
Another 20 consecutive life in prison
for the suppression of your true character;
and probably recommend Capital punishment
for the false advertisement of who you truly are.
But I’ll refrain from seeking out their impudence.
Those shoes aren’t mine to fill.