Beetroot Beads, Beautiful Bruises,
shadowed by bawling lies;
the dire brute of conformity.
But they believe, no less,
the individualistic deep-
root seeds, no less,
forgotten and dominated
by the love and daunting
dowry of fulfilling expectations.
You know what this means!
You pull yourself apart,
all in honour of these,
franchised societal facades.
You have forgotten yourself:
your stunning-self, and
lucid dreams of peaceful havoc.
The enlightened condone, but do not worship.
They accept, but do not propagate.
I have accustomed to, but disown,
your documented, sadistic, reality.