Baffled

it doesn’t take much to baffle the upset cart; 

like half an idea compromised by too far an 

honest loving of freedom’s sense, so where 

the hell is it then - to honour thy parents will 

recompense they say - eventually you’ll get 

paid for such decency - if you don’t stray off 

the beaten path, playing by rules of avarice 

or casting your lot with the ruling swine 

it wasn’t the way my mum & dad held onto 

simplicity; time after time they said we’re a 

last resort for matters beyond the measure 

of antipathy and arrogance - unless you’re 

already swayed by its commonwealth and 

paid to be a sycophantic clone 

didn’t agree then and don’t do now unless 

you’re of the same opinion as me - and I’ll 

slew that view into a full-blooded lament - 

or a compliment if you wish - which tunes 

into who we are without measure applied 

by our forsaken & surplus hegemony 

© 20 June 2014, I. D. Carswell