My anarchist rights

This poem is about my passion for anarchy

I may blend with the crowd flow
But I'm not apart of the status quo

I'm the anarchist of my age
The rebel on the page

You say I'm dumb
You say I'm immature
But we both know
Nothing's for sure

They say stop it
And I'll tell em stick it

I walk to the beat of my own drum
Until my feet get numb

I'm in the brotherhood of the cause
And I'll fight to my rights until I'm wrapped in gauze

I don't care what you hear or see
Just remember you didn't get it from me