Irony of Norms

Irony of Norms
by Trisha Jarabelo

I am oft left meek with uncertainty
For what I haveth was no more than prima facie
Thou compel blue-blooded innocence of thee
But t’was hidden amongst the swarm of reality

As leaves of mortal being dusts to void
An immortal sketch is embossed on me
Of a child as peaceful as Lloyd
Who clings to me and still I find it parsimoniously

Some may say that what we haveth is a prosaic mosaic
I whilst object for thine is no ordinary
Thou is a cobalt lobster – genuine, not a fake
And we should never give a damn to judgmental travesty

I used to say I and me, now it is us, now it is we
I am Michael, and thou is my Ben