We are pieces of grass
Not washing liquid, not pancakes
Our blood is green, not red
Our bodies are thick, with fibre
We are strong!
With the soil
With the fellow worms and slugs
We will rule nature!
WE WILL NOT DIE!
HUMANS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO
ANIMALS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO
HUMANS SHALL SQUISH US IN THOUSANDS
ANIMALS SHALL ****** OUR POINTY HEADS
But what we can't do
IS DIE!
WE WILL USE OUR BLADES!
WE WILL USE OUR TIPS! TO STAB!
WE WILL LEARN TAICHI!
From the bugs, the butterflies and that TREE!
PIECES OF GRASS WILL LIVE ON!

So, my fellow pieces of grass
What are you waiting for?!
LIVE ON, GIVE BIRTH!
GIVE WAY TO YOUR GREAT SEEDS!
AND PUSH, PUSH HARD!
FOR GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS
WE WILL SURVIVE!
Look, look beside the nearest Seven Eleven store!
LOOK AT THAT FAT PIECE OF GRASS GETTING BLOWN BY THE WIND!
LOOK HOW HE SUFFERS, OF NO SOIL!
We are not like any other
WE CAN FLY!
WE CAN TRAVEL! TO CHINA!
To the most populated country!
TO **** THE MOST HUMANS!
We will have a secret weapon
We will bring so forth
PEANUT BUTTER!
WE WILL NOT GIVE UP!
WE MUST REMEMBER, who we are
We shall make something like no other
We will weave, A BASKET!
PEANUT BUTTER WILL NOT BE WASTED
BY THE HUMANS!
WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE!
WE WILL SACRIFACE OURSELVES,
TO LIFT!
THE PEANUT BUTTER!
INTO!
THE BASKET!
Until the mighty lump of peanut butter is plunged onto China
WE!
WILL NOT!
REST!
Our plan, WILL WORK!

Now, you may be thinking
That I am just a random piece of grass on the internet,
Playing a 3 millimetre laptop!
But I am not just any piece of grass
I CAN SPELL!
I have what is called,
A BRAIN!
DO NOT LET THE HUMANS RUIN OUR SPELLING!

She said that they don't make it out there
In the real world
They don't survive
I'm one of them
She was one of them
She was surprised that she made it
I wasn't because I knew her strength
She was scared for me
As I broke down I was a mess, and I still am
I couldn't talk about it
Because I knew my eyes would turn to rain clouds
And it was gonna be a big storm
But she seemed to understand
She saw my pain
And I let her
"We are not meant to survive in this world"
This world wasn't meant for people like you and me...

they called him a ******
and spit in his face
because he was never good enough
he was always
too weak
or
too powerful
no matter what he did
they all turned their backs
and laughed
he could never fit in
he was an outcast
because of his
past
no one could move past the fact
that he had
changed
he would forever be labeled
as
broken
crazy
different
a killer
so as he turned
and started to walk away
he didn't understand why
they wanted so badly for him
to understand just how much
they hated him
because what they didn't know
what he hated
himself
**so much more

to all the girls he was
"hot"
but really all he ever wanted to be was
"smart"
he never took his shirt off because
he was scared that they would
instantly
label him as just another piece of
good-looking meat
but he wanted to be more then that
he wanted to be  known for
his smile
not
his abs
he wanted someone to say
"he's an amazing writer"
not
"he's pretty ****"
but in this society
thinking like that gets you nowhere
it leaves you alone and beaten
so he hid
he covered his insecurity of his skin
and pushed past it
because he was strong
even though every part of him felt
weak
he was determined to be
strong
he would prove to the world that
a man can be
both
strong and smart
both
****  and artsy
because he wanted people to love him
for more then just
his skin
because he knew deep down
we are all so much more
*then that