Choice!
'Jump the queue, jump the queue!'
That little devil sings like a banshee
To those little bells useful for fetish.
The reasoning voice in quiet sleep
No counter to the shriller, give?
Well, then I guess I'll jump the queue.
We all have criminal tendencies.
To challenge the rules; in our blood.
We subconsciously think we are a god.
But gods don't jump the queue
And certainly do not have options to choose.
Silly mortals with extreme pride frequencies.
We delight in breaking the law
An achievement, we think. If we do
Bragging heaven and earth like fools.
Yet those laws keep us free
From the devourers roaming deep
In the badlands outside the walls.
We think being free
Makes us into a god?
Who can raise and make fall.
gods envy us as well
For we can choose heaven or hell.
Which is something they can never be.
©AdeayoPoetry
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