Almost every minute of living
I compromise to survive;
I wait my turn to be heard,
My budget determines which wine,
As I choose a face, a style;
I would have stayed out late last night
But today I had to be on time ...
So I tried to love.

As a child I sang along
All the “believe in yourself” songs-
But don’t step out of line!
Keep to yourself the furious lie
That you are not the worshiped one,
Surrendering to compromise.

Now I read the rave reviews
About a musical on Broadway-
To me such odious sounds
Could make the angel’s wail-
Yet I smile, a social animal
Am I, politically reconciled.

Inside I’m like the seasons and tides
In a greedy need of winning.  
The spider devours its mate
Dead or alive, never to apologize.

All the gods of all the holy books
Welcome only souls without barter-
Appeasement is my concubine.