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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

februaryramblings@shailsnest

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