don't normally write poetry, but when i feel the need, it all flows out of me at once. had an urge to type this out this morning.
call it "sorry", i suppose.
"sorry i don't drink sugar and chemicals.
sorry i choose not to eat faux-food.
sorry i need 8 hours of sleep.
sorry i don't bow down like a sheep.
sorry i feel out of place here and now,
maybe it's cause everyone resembles a cow.
if i were the farmer, i'd sell them for grain,
but not only because of the nutrient gain.
because of the hunger, the greed, and the plight.
if we followed this path we could make the world right.
never utopia, you must understand,
but a place of our own, made of more than just sand."