POETRY

Come Along

They keep telling me I’m wrong
Though I’m singing my own song
They’ll use up their red tape
Prevent my escape
But I just won’t go along

They keep telling me I’m wrong
Though I’m singing my own song
They say, “stop your ruckus
Cause surely it will fuck us,
Please don’t sing along.”

And if you don’t sing along
Would you write your own song
About your hopes and your fears
What you want cleared
And then we’ll have some fun.

They keep telling us we’re wrong
Though we’re singing our own songs
I am my own drummer,
I don’t need to follow
But you can come along.