When I look at people I search
For traces of their essence a glimpse
Of their spirit passions and fuels
I strive to see beyond
Earthly qualities and flaws.
To my defeat I must confess I fall
Into a trap swallowing many million
Find myself unable to part
From basics of social behaviour.
As I hear the man belch and brake
Wind I tell myself I must accept
Live and let live without judgement
Though deep down I know my verdict,
I cannot neglect the affront
The unwillingness to consider, to care, to try,
The body I feel disrespectful of me
Be it only conventionally de facto bothers me.
Under the false pretence of aspiring
To complete freedom albeit ignoring
What freedom truly is and might be
Reducing it to mere nonconformity,
He finds pride in being ostensibly different
Braking rules a right he lays claim to
Asserting a rebellious soul merely on talks
Of indignation anger and revolt,
Bashing others from his pedestal
Whilst unwilling to take action
Out of laziness apathy lack of will
To engage and commit, in making a difference
That would jeopardise his ability
To have fun despite everything and everybody,
Mistaking misbehaviour with audacity
Freedom with legitimate self-centredness.
I say goodbye as he picks his nose.
[Featured painting: The Broad Gave Me My Face But I Can Pick My Own Nose by Andy Warhol, 1949]