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.