A complaint
It’s time, I think–
Bathroom. coffee, pedal,
Work,home,sex How ravishing,
This modus operandi ! Why
Would I ever live up to this norm,
And be under the yoke of its dictations
When I could just be purely myself,free from shackles?
It’s so much easier
To peel down my clothes,
Walk down streets with no masks,
Divorce my wife,send kids to foster care
And burn my stinky urban dig with which my tiny income I can not afford .
It’s so much easier
To kick over the traces
And return to the wildrenss.