This world is riddled with endless contradictions,
Everyone's an expert fit to judge the competition,
Defending the accepted with "freedom" of expression,
While the ones who oppose will always face rejection.
We close our mind's doors to keep the creepers out,
Where they crawl in a pile, twisting with our self-doubt.
We'd open a window if it's fitted with a screen,
To sift away anything we might find obscene-
Mean, not good enough to be seen.
In our heads, our brains are clean.
We can't see it's stained and *****,
*** on the sheets, wash them next week
Have a big bite right after you've wiped,
We're all blind, to the mess that lies
Right outside of the confines of our minds.

-SLuR