Society

This class

What a farce

It’s your mess

Bless

These so called issues

I’ll pass you the tissues

Facing time

Without crime

I find my stage

Oh the rage

Words on a page

You’ve trapped me in a cage

I’ll remember my lines

So many times

I used to sing

What it could bring

With elevated emotion

Causing commotion

Because of these meds

Bring in the feds

Mania

The paraphernalia

Two dance classes a day

To the goddess

I pray

For she wrote

A little note

Struck a chord

What you can’t afford

Titanic story

In all her glory

Forbidden fruit

But she was cute

I’m no fool

You were cool

Cry?

But I fly

Finding my feet

In this blissful beat

Euphoric dance

Poetic trance

I’m a daydreamer

Believer

In equality

Fruitful

Tranquility

Feeling

This healing

Only time will tell

Whether you make it

Or brake it

Galloping horses

Fed up with the courses

My scent

Well spent

Cool water

Lamb to thy slaughter

Teaching you

To be true

Let this spirit be

Completely free