How monsters are made

I will not bow down to your conformity
Moulding me so I’ll express
What you want me to feel
Turning to me next
To say I’m just repressed
But you didn’t read what I expressed
Because it didn’t fit into what you expect
Rolling your eyes in disgust
Pretending to be perplexed
By the way I’m spewing my guts
An undressing if you will
In which you turn away
Until I fit into your cage
While you converse and ask
”How are monsters made?”

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Knots

Why do men’s ties go around their necks like nooses?
Tightly fitted suits
Sun beaming
Too hot.
A wife & kids at home
Asks for a whiskey on the rocks
Resembles his marriage
Time is ticking.

Tick Tock.
Arriving home half-cocked
Trapped in that Windsor knot
Mortgages & picket fences
Looks like he’s got the lot
But he’s hitched to his work
Meanwhile the janitor doesn’t get paid much
But he’s still got his head
And that’s worth more than tying knots.