Rock, Paper, ...

snickers

ugh, why do I always get the jitters?

BURNS

thought going along would keep things
cool

but caving to the pressure makes me feel
the fool

shhh, don’t tell

we’re all supposed to be happy and swell

so much for equal say

at this party I guess I have to do it their way

sticky matters you see

don’t define it and ya won’t be guilty

you’d be one too

if that’s the path to love and acceptance in this zoo

in these private affairs

our stand for the right, taken unawares

but they spin every line

then draw you in, make you one of their kind

do I know myself anymore?

or have I blended into my “mentors”?