Devices

Hunger strikes
Anger Bites

The world rolls on by
The world in it's Bourgeois Format
Strikes
Don't fart, pick your nose, sneeze, cough, burp, or sweat;

I am trembling

Hunger strikes
fingers bite into
my downward spiral
of general conduct

I am human, yes, I have inherited
humanity
I have inherited My existence.

Those devices, they come along
they fit into the territory...
I must use them
I must be useful

bwahahahhahahahahahahahahaha!

Opps, just farted.
ladylike appeal
storylike existence
I am human, I have inherited humanity!

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©