Everyday they attach to us
They define our looks
Make our worth
Show our importance in this world
Yet what do they mean
They mean you follow

We follow whether we like it or not
The ***** on the street to the presidents men
Be it a fine wine or the cheapest ale
The label is always on show
Always there to prove your worth
Always there to show you follow

I don't like labels
My mind has a different kink
Yet everyday I follow just like you
Everyday I wallow in my shame
For being just a label

A label of sadness
A label for taxing
A label in age

And as my chuckle becomes a laughter
I feel that once again the label wins
As you read these lines
As you gather your thoughts
A new label is formed
For me
So it continues