Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Close The Door (on the way out)

What gave you the right to judge me?
Dismissive, unjustified, non-constructive nonsense
Stuffing suffocating rules into rigid boxes
Dogmatic and elitist

Your gleaming ivory towers require privileged membership
I may apply when my soul is dead
When my empathy and warmth are driven out

I don't live in your pretentious parish
A cold dictatorship
Harsh, unfriendly, unyielding

All arts require freedom
Individual expression
I've vanquished your shadow of doubt
Close the door on the way out

 

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