You call me perverse,
sneering at me in the street
and condescending a greeting
to impress your friends with
your “broad-mindedness”;
such hypocrisy!
Because I choose not to recognise your rules,
or believe in your all-powerful Mammon,
the geopolitical might-is-right
that defines your narrow world-view,
you cast me out.
This is fine – it leaves me free,
free to pursue my own thinking,
go where I will and not where I ought,
mix with those who interest me
and learn from those who interest me
regardless of their social status,
colour, creed or culture,
while you,
trapped by your own conventions,
rat race boy racer par excellence,
you’ll be dead of stress by forty…
and you call me perverse?