Lemons

Dropping on my head,
one day after the next,
a never ending supply,
of critical subtext.

Perfection is the goal,
set for me by the powers,
forget compassionate humanity,
be shiny soulless towers.

Scream in silence,
put on a bright face,
hang your soul at the door,
come take your place.

Keep up to excell,
look for no beauty,
barren witewashed walls,
the watchword is duty.

No room for good enough,
never a word to encourage,
don't be so sensitive,
embrace the scourge.