If I tell you that it's cold will you take away my coat? If I choke on your hypocrisy will you shove it down my throat? Tell me to get out of your face I know you like the rat race Vile are the things that you embrace on the Royal Canadian Society boat. Rake me naked over the coals the odd one out doesn't get a vote. Bend me into the shape you like a prototype as it was wrote. And when you think you've broken me It's only really my shell you see Far away my soul will flee from the Royal Canadian Society boat. Sing a song of choices plenty deaf ears can't pick up a single note. If you can't swim, steer clear of the sea integrety drowns and no promise will float. Can you feel the list growing today As if acting and re-acting a play A new generation will find its way to the Royal Canadian Society boat.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I feel that too many people just blindly conform to societies expectations. Instead of questioning whether something is right or wrong many people just do what they feel others expect them to do.
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