Shackled by opinions,
I am choked by propriety.
Till my emotions ride pillion
And my words soothe the ears of society.

Mentally, I am showing the finger.
Physically, sporting a smile.
Still, hypocrisy is a dead ringer
Of walking down politeness' aisle.

But I want to be 'rude',
To speak out at the right moment,
'No, I think your opinions are crude,
I think you should be restrictive in its endowment.'

"You are too young, too naive
Your words are not good enough,
Even if you are twenty-five,"
Society taped my mouth, sticky and tough.

Rising, with red-rimmed eyes,
I tore it off in a flourish
On baring my rage, off propriety flies,
For my words, are mine to cherish.

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