An Ode To The System Poem by Priti Pauline

Grab yourself an illness and come join the club
Be happy in your misery and go to the pub!
Singing, dancing and crying too
You're a member of the club, it's great to be blue!

Hidden behind an illness mask
What's your complaint? -that's a mighty task!
Too afraid to be you?
Now that's a bit of a coup,
And still so stuck in the illness goo!

Cast out by the ones you love
Your only hope is to seek from above
So fly on the wings of a dove
Go on - be your own gov!

Cinderella go put on your shoe
Prince Charming's arrived; it's a bit of a do
Drop the illness and banish the club
Be happy cause you're happy and not in the pub!
Sing, dance and write poetry too
It's so much more fun when you're not so blue

Wake from inside your Sleeping Beauty
Step outside flaming duty!
Drop the task of trying to pretend
All that's broken doesn't need to mend

You're perfect as you are
A butterfly locked in a jar
The scars are dissolving with grace from above
To free the butterfly and to join the dove
So now fly with truth, simplicity and love! !