THE SOCIAL ORDER

by ISIAH

From the free world class citizens,
To the lower scum ballers.
From the big tall wanna be men,
To those just a bit smaller.
From the top to the bottom
I wonder what I long for,
I wonder if I’m going to increase in this paradox or shrink and die smaller.
But I don’t know cuz I’m stuck on the edge of the social order.
Day to day life just seems to get a bit border.
But I don’t know if I want to increase or decrease cuz I’m stuck on the line,
The boarder.
I’m stuck between yes, no, and sort of.
My life seems peaceful but soon comes the war dove to spice up and throw out of
line the social order.
And that’s cuz I’m stuck to the boundaries that I’m assigned to.
I long for change cuz I’m tired of my ears being soundproof.
Like remember when you were five and you used to eat glue,
That’s cuz everything you knew,
Was new to you,
But you know what you like or what you like to do,
But ask yourself, ‘’Who am I and what have I been through?’’