Convention
Master or Servant
Shine your shoes Comb your hair
Tuck in your shirt
Don't stare Don't point
Look at me when I'm talking to you
Don't talk so loud Do what you'r told
or
Excuse me, Thank you Your welcome
Keep right Stop at the red light
Don't steal Don't lie Don't push
Ladies first Be courteous
I am subservient to And liberated by
The great social force of
Convention
In this incredible world
Of unlimited possibilities for
Experience and creativity
I rummage around in the small minded world
Of routine and habit
A
Captive of convention
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