Contrarian Connoisseur

Progress is paved by roads of rage,
progress is paved by spiteful hate.
I’ve been accosted by racists and felt not a thing.
I’ve been gently spoken to by kin and felt only rage.
I hate this, I hate that. I hate everything.
Above all, I hate having no agency,
Paradoxically I am ruled by regency
— a committee of emotions, voting twice.
Vetoed by hate and vice.
I am a rebel without a cause, truly without a cause,
A contrarian connoisseur masked by consistent faith.
Don’t tell me what to do, because I am tempted,
to do the opposite— why? What for?
Because I can.
Transgressions can destroy rigid social norms.
Worth destroying, these sick diseased norms.
Such noble causes are not for me,
for I am driven by contrarian changeling glee.
Yet, I am fed by backwards folks.
I am fed by tyranny and contradictions.
I love and hate, all these things.

Yet in the storm, I see clarity.
I see all things reflected clearly.
Self-reflection comes late you see,
for twenty-four hours you must wait,
before I deign to negotiate
— pending votes by the committee, of course.

©Justin C. Hsu

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Justin C. Hsu

Designer, Artist, and Consumer of Pop Culture.

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