Quiet!

Quiet!
Something they’d like
me to be

quiet
submissive   a good little boy
in stylish haircut and suit,
the armour of the comfortably relaxed

Quiet!
I can’t hear you
What!?
Ha Ha Ha
I’m going to be loud

Quiet!
when I chose to be
I’ll be quiet
the quiet of reflection,
not stupefication.
I’ll talk when the TV is on
when the PM speaks,
when the anthem plays
I’ll be laughing
and sitting down


Fuck being quiet for you
- thats a good joke
I’m laughing, loudly
crowding your reserve
with my hilarity

I break your walls
and the shackles of silence,
your Quiet! demands
are inaudible to me

I might be a shy young thing,
but I’m not sitting silent
no, its time for saying something
when all they want is quiet.


 
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