A Rebel In Society Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

They can ban the rebel in me,
But they'll never stop the anarchy,
It runs deep in the veins of society.

Sleuthing and snaking in the darkest
streets of our city.

I dwell in this hell.
So mosaically designed,
So archaically refined.

Though through its cracks the
Crimson still shines.

Its thick aroma filling my nostrils.
The painfully achieved failure
Gnawing at my tattered jeans.

A sickening reminder
Of what it means

To singe.