a day begins
with public sins
these gangly fools
who know no rules

they’re crossing all these lines
when they should stay in place
to try to change their fates
unfolding into grace

to dare to wander out of class
to leave the destined life behind
the ultimate in sacrilege
for those of sort-enabled mind

they broaden each horizon that they see
an act as though there are no boundaries here
they burst out into hues of vibrancy
these wastrels who should know they are not free

they can’t escape the social cords, the limiting –
that sort of thing will lead to rampant uninhibiting —