One Minute Writer had a topic "Prison"
The Bone Fence
Rules and regulations run our lives,
Controlled by Governmental elves,
But the strongest rules that hold us in
Are the ones we write ourselves.
We temper what we say or do
To avoid the proverbial stink.
A nasty question’s always there:
What would the neighbours think?
But do they really care at all,
These people over the fence?
Surely the problem’s theirs, not yours,
If they chose to take offense?
So, in deference to the social norms,
We keep our hearts withdrawn.
Is it really such a terrible thing
To dance naked on the lawn?
© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery