Bare Boundaries
Simply put, me - giving zero fucks!!!
I like to tiptoe on the boundaries of society,
questioning what is acceptable and what is not.
Who are the deciders and why have they decided,
and am I willing to go along with their diabolical plot?
Will I just be another cog in their machine
corralled and cowed like more resigned compliant cattle,
or like an antiquated version of subjugated and submissive
feminine types of chattel?
Will I simply supplicate to the invisible power’s whims
where I am helpless and at bay to their orders and suggestions,
or am I going to climb on top of their restrictive and controlling limbs
that violate me against my will
and slit open the fear that holds me
And stands in my way?
I argue with the prescribed concept of civilized society
and see that your manners are not particularly better,
nor more moral than mine.
I don’t like your rules,
or your hypocritical expectations,
and I don’t like your judgment or policing of my body,
nor your bad and harmful legislation
that meddles with my sexual expression,
that is subtle and insidious
in its own perverted way.
So, I have every intention
to keep my sensuous arches of flesh
undulating and twisting,
as I press my body against
the perimeter of your margins
and as I sway from side to side
I will dip my toes in your vapid water
wiggling them with hesitancy towards mainstream approved society.
But I will not manage to get my entire sole wet
because I am suspicious your water is tainted with tranquilizers
or kool-aid laced with cyanide
Of this I am willing to bet.
No, I would much rather swim with uncertainty
into the waves less traveled,
where I can choose to float away from the safety
of the bell curve’s bulging center of protection.
I would far prefer to bask instead
in the starlight of its less discernible edges,
waiting to steal those moments
where my angels and demons can dance as one together.
I like to see them celebrating intertwined in an embrace
as they praise both heaven and hell,
full of freedom conjoined in their essence.
