Society’s scripture states that

we must follow the commandments given us.

(Like don’t shit where you eat, silly rabbits!)

And those of us that rattle the cage

feel the sting of a steel bit

cut our lashing tongues.

Digging into our wallets with spoons

into sharper corners;

Meandering protozoans who

turn a simple existence

turn to simply existing.

I turn their scripture into mill-bills;

crumbling around a carton

of lo mein.