I Think You Have The Right To Write All You Want To Write

People screaming; "Demon! Demon!"
Not really knowing how they're leaning.
"Feelings" feeling . Here transfigured;
choreographed and engineered.

Looks pretty obvious to me;
the obvious is obvious , obviously.

People wearing black bandannas;
big red signs in black pajamas,
Paraphernalia- endless failure,
ask them "why?"
They can't tell ya....

but they sure as hell will shut you down,
if they have to burn down the whole damn town.

Crazy colored hair is fine;
identity is just divine,
the ridiculous becomes sublime
Let's march lockstep- in touch- in time!

Familiars look with big blank stairs,
and rip to shreds the easy chairs.

This looks awfully familiar.

Familiars fawn for expectation,
projecting and empowering frustration,
Pure self righteous indignation,
burning with the flame of shame.

Screaming in their sleep,
They cry-
"I know you are but what am I?"
Our's is not question why,
Ours is but to occupy!

Occupation situation nation's station
occupied with occupation.

Remaining questions still remain,
with actions they cannot explain....