SOCIAL EXPECTATION

Manuscripts

In tattered reams

Storied tales

Shattered dreams

Proverbs strewn across the floor

They just don’t give a damn anymore

A blatant violation

Of social expectation

It is what it is my friend

Beneath the fabrication

False legislation

My motives I suppose

To force a rise from you

Painted plastic grin

Perhaps it’s peaceful in your skin

Forgive me if I doubt it

Impatience

Can’t you see?

You cannot fake sincerity

Gaping holes

Decaying minds

Mental illness

Such horrid finds

May my steps defy your logic

In subtle mystery

Someday perhaps you’ll find it

The way it’s meant to be

Fabricated morals

Lessons of deceit

Pointed innuendos

Forever incomplete

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011