Judged: Emotional ABCs
Take off those black robes
set down that gavel, listen
your judgment’s unsound
Society’s a jail
conformity’s not for me
I need to be free
Pencil skirts? No fucking way, not this bod.
Sling back heels clickity-clack, thanks I’ll pass.
Sheer panty hose, not intended by God
to clad these thighs, no way, I’ll take pants–fast.
Give me sneakers and comfy hoodies, fool.
I don’t do corporate dress or display tits.
No tight dresses, comfortable is cool
I don’t care if it’s not pretty–it fits!
Can you say the same of your corp’rate duds?
I didn’t think so; envy is in your eyes
but you’re too weak to buck the system, bud.
Crawl back to your desk on your belly, lie
low and you won’t be called on the carpet.
Thanks for the warning pal, but my mind’s set.
Rings on my fingers
metal hoops march up my ears
I make fashion mine
Conform if you wish
judge me at your own peril
I’ve got a lawyer.
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This is a work of fiction 🙂