pragmatism

You I know

Vexing me to no end

For farce, for flimsy social dogma 

Sanguivorous as it may be

Worse, feed on lies of made to fittings

Efficacy of sentiments

None, 

For societial dogmas innoculate 

As we mature, or so as the state gets called

Is but a contorted lie, vetted as truths

If epiphany shall dawn

It will be Tucked 

In the deepest recesses of heresay 

For dogmas are moulds

In which to imprison minds

I have been an inmate

Served the time, walked to the gallows

But my will and freedom could not be quashed

I can be hurt, by what I let 

I deny normalcy 

That is not, yet is deemed to be

For I have learnt to breathe free

You are yours

Your will and thoughts

But they shall always be welcomed

For it's you, that matters

Not your dogmatic inclination