Acceptance Of Denial Poem by Michael Maul

Taking it all in as if truth were subjective.
Truth is what you tell yourself it was, is or will be.
How do you flush out a sensation that you borrowed from someone you admire?
Authority was put into place to control the ability of the species.
Does ownership of a curtain belong to your will or that of Martha Stewart?
To question our society is to ensure a good night sleep at the local insane asylum.
I refuse to confide in a pill that has no opinion of a condition I never believed in.
Politics is nothing more than unorganized religion designed to fulfill my need to be controlled.