I fed another story into hungry mouths
It tastes like progress, they said, unknowing
The intent behind the seasoning of my words
Inherent contradictions, to keep them coming back for more.
You didn’t accept this token of my admiration
Unasked for but secretly wanting, you railed
Against my sincere offering, and demand
Another presented on the edge of a blade
Which even you can’t walk upon.
I have read an allegory of a mountain and a valley
Where one was worn way
Down to dredge the other up until
Both became a baseless waste
Which jackals roamed and people feared.
I saw some children exclude another for a shameful slight
Until his lesson was learned he could not play
With the other boys and girls, who turned
And continued beating a woman with stones
Inscribed with ‘Happiness’.
I am Tree-choice, Past-less, and Poly-Chromatic, intent on pulling the
Only rug in this house out from under my jack-boots
If I pull hard enough I’ll flip around and land on my feet again
Although there is a problem, because
I am now smothered by what was just keeping my floor clean.