Addicted to leisure
—such is my pleasure—
I flout the norm
As an idler born
As an idler born
Of legal Society
—the established hierarchy—
Bringing light poetry
In a flight of frivolity
To a world of deception
—at least in my perception.
Untied to dire workplace
'Tis creative fire I chase
Whether it be music's charm
In that there is no harm
Or Literature's meanderings
Treasure to the soul's wanderings.
The secret of freedom
The true meaning
Is listen to your heart
—don't play a part!—
Unlearning the fear
Instilled at early year
Of those who make the rules
—the purpose of School—
That you may at length laugh
At Authority's life-denying path.