Societal Norm is a changeable chap, yes, a change able chap
is he. His hard, fast rules, each quite a trap, evolve
unabashedly. He calls for a this, but then a that, then
picks another right out of his hat. He pushes away
from being pinned down which makes him often seem a clown.
Societal Norm was once a rock, but he changes now with each
tick tock. He rages at this, then rages at that, into the
fire from his frying pan's fat. He twists into pretzel
folded shapes, and down the byways he will traipse. Parades
and protests paint his streets and incoherent are his bleats.
Societal Norm spawns chimeras ripe with nonsense and
societal tripe. It is a this until it's that! One won't
catch up to this acrobat. Walk away from his huff and puff,
and he'll grow angry soon enough. Evolving in his nuanced ways
explains just why he often strays.
Societal Norm can be Norma too, depending upon the climate's
brew. When men can be women, and women can be men, Norm's
words mean nothing but -- more flames in windows, opened and
shut. Being tolerant of intolerance toys with whims and film-flam
of great noise.
Societal Norm struts into view, and Norma stirs the media
brew. Societal Norm shifts shape and aim, in order ever to assign more blame. Stigmas whistle for their dogs, confusion
reigning in dense fogs. Think you have a handle then? Wait a
moment. Think again.