Conformity.

To sell a soul—

Someone else's or your own—

For a coin or two, 

Just to get ahead in this Zoo,

It is a tragic waste of a good soul;

yours and theirs.

It is not what you were meant for. 

     It’s not who we were meant to be. 

It is simply

           Conformity. 

Your time is the real currency;

So is your attention. 

Don’t you dare waste it. 

The wheel spins;        

               Turn and face it. 

Money is a funny 

   game,

     It’ll take a good kid,

And make the man he’s destined to be

   insane.

      It’s not a fair

 game.

Yet, they ask us all to

      play. 

But there’s another game to be played,

And that’s to dodge their stage.

CH 7/18/26