A poem regarding the issue of being controlled by others/society
Sit my darling, listen to orders now
Take a seat, ink in hand, a willing soul
Rules and regulations, papers to vow
Wisdom to offer, structure as a whole
Words with lessons, blindly grinning—Black lids
Sight useless, a clipped bird in its chains
But orders are orders, ones that forbids
Black ink to flow beyond the papers grains
So think my darling, but not too much please
Straying thoughts are wild fires—Must detain
Douse the embers in your head, put it to ease
Rebel ribbons to be tied, one to reign
Over lips unzipped far too much, my darling
Listen to me, I am your one calling