A Lack of Conformity

I am iambic pentameter
consistently missing a beat

if I was an animal
I’d be a tree

if I was a tree
I’d be your sister Eileen

for me, conformity is a form of fear
a fear of you, gentle reader

a fear of fear itself
a fear of FDR, polio, xylophones

a fear of every phobia known to man
(& three known only to women)

a fear of women
a fear of crossdressing

& I’m still deciding 
whether fear means

Face Everything And Recover 
or

Fuck Everything 
And Run