Society is one big butterball
And I am an oiled fist
I’ve tried so horribly
To fit right in
To respect the hierarchy,
kiss ass to get ahead,
to follow the rules
And to fake it

I’ve tried to push my opinion
Be set in my ways
Cause a scene
Draw all eyes to me
To be presentable
Pay my bills on time
I’ve tried to impress someone before
I’ve tried to contribute

But it just isn’t happening
People still look at me funny
when I walk into a room
Don’t you have something to say?
I’ll keep it to myself thank you
Maybe dabble with the issue later in a poem

Society is one big butterball
And I am an oiled fist
Getting a grip
Does not come naturally
Society may just continue on without me
Go ahead,
Act like I was never even here,
Please, really,

If anyone needs to find me
Take a machete when you come
I’ll be deep inside the brush
Nature has a way of pinning me down