Procrustean Metrics

We construct the "natural."
As we see fit
And you either conform to
Or diverge from it

And if you choose the latter
And it is always a choice
For we force our procrustean standards
And cut off the feet
Of anyone who doesn't fit
In our neat
Little binary box

And if you choose to diverge
From the Truth
From the way of the world
As we say it exists
Know that
If you disobey
You'll just prove you're perverse
And only make matters worse

So conform
And we assure you
You'll be free
Conform to the Truth
Conform to the binary

Conform
The world is black or white
Conform

We construct the natural
As we see fit
And you either conform to
Or diverge from it