Behind the Prison Bars

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.