The Jailhouse

This is a rather strange poem made by moi.
IF you don't like it, I understand, but if you think it's bad, know that I know what I'm doing. Thank you.

We are not individuals, but units standing by side
We are a set of gray blocks on a gray road
We do not speak to deviate ourselves from others
If we do speak out of line, we are rejected
When we are rejected, we dress in color
Colors are dirty and dirt is heresy
We do not tolerate dirty units on our road
If a dirty unit is spotted, they are rejected
We do not tolerate deviant behavior on our road
Everyone is to move when directed to, immediately
If we move it is our choice, but it is wrong
We have the only true and right knowledge
Everyone who speaks out is deviant and wrong
We will only subscribe to media preferred
The preferred media will be decided amongst ourselves
If media is not preferred, it is rejected
If it is rejected, it is baked and incinerated
We are to report any stray media on the road
We are made to live and die and provide
If we live and die, it is our choice, but it is wrong
If we provide the wrong media, we are rejected
We have a place for the rejected, indeed
Our place is called the Jailhouse
Those in the Jailhouse become their own unit
And the Jailhouse itself becomes a road
But we know that the Jailhouse road is wrong
The gray road is the only true path to happiness
The Jailhouse may be tempting sometimes
But the Jailhouse is Heresy, and heretics must die
We are not individuals, but unis standing by side
We only know happiness, everyone else must die

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*thumbs up* me likey!

tis strange,
but quite good =)

I love it.
You have an amazing talent.
I think you'd be able to turn the idea into an amazing story.