Surgoens of society

It was our middle finger,
for all who would dare
say a casual hug

between men is wrong.
We had finished chatting
about how religion is a cancer
in the mouth of our
beloved politics.
We were surgeons using words
as our scalpel.
Hoping to cut out the tumor
of taboo.
That prevent open minded thought. For fear
that something good might catch on,
and maybe the world could
be made a better place for it.

It was our middle finger,
to anyone who would dare
hold us to taboo.