Dress Code

Complaining and declining

looking for a silver lining

but it seems that my perfect timing

is off by a few years. Rhyming

used to come so very easy

and I took it easy-peasy

but I got more and more cheesy

and I started to lose that breezy

flow that once characterized me

while all my enemies sized me.

They were scared of me, chastised me

with a different view. They advised me

to give up on my dream and goal

and go dig myself a big hole

where I could fit my ego

but I just took a long stroll

and figured it was worthless.

The advice came from a bunch of mirthless

rich fools who thought they were fine

and so important. Their divine

attitude got on my nerves quick

and sometimes I felt like a brick

was being smashed into my head. Stick

it up there where the sun don't shine

because I'm sick of the authoritative whine.

They complain and complain about what I do.

"You don't have the right shirt, you don't have the right shoe.

What on earth are we to say, how on earth can we prove

that we will punish you if of what you wear we do not approve."

It gets into my head, really, all of these rules.

Maybe I'm just another teenager with a lack of tools

and a lack of vocabulary to express my thoughts.

To be honest, though, everything that is truly taught

is biased in one way or another, and it's kind of insane

how every single freaking day they grab onto my mane

like I am a horse or something, like I am a dog or cat

but instead of using words to talk, they just grab a big bat.

Peace by force is the force of peace

but the force they use makes me decrease

my patience, power, pardon me

if I start rhyming a little crazy.

But I'm sick of it, so lickety-split

I'm splitting out of this sickening s**t.

Dress codes, codes that are dressed up to look sharp.

Every time I walk in the door, a teacher will harp,

berating my clothes, berating my hair

and filling with words the purified air.

How on earth am I supposed to not lose

when I have no freedom, no choice to choose?

But the real question is, how do we decode

the real meaning behind all these stupid dress codes?

Author's Note

Going to a private school where one family owns practically everything. Feels like a dictatorship...with dictators setting the dress codes, so like prison? Yeah, prison.

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