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you don’t fool me
you with your false words of cheer
and pasted smile of forced positivism
the inability to resist what’s been handed
the need to play safe
remain in the good books of all
you go with the flow
sway with the wind
and dance to the different tunes
none your own
while through the gaps in your smile
your pre-formatted life spills, contaminates
I’d rather take
love which does not fear
or feels the need to massage egos
(and sometimes back, hands and feet)
for scraps to chew on
I’d rather be the odd one out
I’d rather be angry
I’d rather howl like the wind on a lonely winter night
I’d rather let tumultuous passion rule
while you enjoy the pleasures of an orgy
of sepia-tinted approval
©Shail Mohan 2017
Shail's Nest 
“I’d rather howl like the wind on a lonely winter night”: what a powerful image.
Thank you, Anne.
sigh I am with you on the anger…I thought age helps the issue, but I find myself getting angrier every day as I watch our species make choices that arent conducive for life anywhere.
I hear you, Mysoul.
I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
I’d rather be a forest than a street
I’d rather feel the ground beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I could, i surely would
-El Condor Pasa Simon & Garfunkel
I remember the song from school days 🙂