Status quo, live and let live

does not reside well with me

for I much rather burn in hell

than be the obedient slave,

tied on chains, dressed in costumes

because the well wishers want it so,

all the small chats made

to disguise what needs to be kept

within, the horrid tales

I can hear it with my heart,

for ears will hear nothing

when lips are shut tight

and I find that this aching numb

of pretense, is quite the hell

as opposed to heaven

the heaven spoken with all the lights

coming on, I cannot identify with,

an inverted world I gather

and my choice I make to pull the plug

and call you a hoax!