Don’t talk to me of rectitude
Such a construct can’t exist
Who’s to say what’s in the rules;
How our lives should all be lived?
It’s our personal decision
What’s wrong and what is right
No stonewall indiscretion
It’s not written in black and white
It’s not for you to judge me
Force me to feel any god’s wrath
It’s not for you to push me
To follow your ‘righteous path’
I live my life by a set of rules
That I made to only ever be mine
So don’t talk to me of rectitude
That exists only in your own mind
MS Poetry 
Very interesting take on the word.
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I love this. I feel the same.
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Thank you.
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