Debt

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.