Attitude

With the onset of years erstwhile crazy ideas abandoned with caution and dread now crowd my mind no peace I will find till my conscience lies neatly in shreds Conscience, out the way there's hell to pay for too long I've toed the line Ms Goody Two-Shoes who never once boozed longs to taste the fruit of the vine Since exiting the womb no breathing room another's cousin, sister or daughter later in life mother and wife now breaking free to taste the sweet water Once meek and restrained willingly chained missed out on the pleasures of life no fun to be had not a chance at being bad as a dutiful mother and wife Inch by sure inch my conscience I'll lynch spread my wings which were hitherto clipped down with taboos I'll expose my tattoos and enjoy my first skinny dip I dream of a match to telly dispatched on the streak my clothes I'll abort displaying my tattoos and unmentionables too and a full frontal view before caught No doubt you'd agree my earlier poetry has a somewhat conservative ring conscience, step aside you've my freedom denied readers, prepare for smut on a string Though passionately aflame this steri-clean dame aims in the heart zone to practice due care though my conscience'll be dead of all life been bled I'll draw the line at illicit affairs