Its like a theory
And I can't take it too seriously
My resistance
To an existence
A life of blind deaf and dumb
From my toes upwards, slowly numb

People rushing away with thoughts
of how we should be organised
into containerised species
Nothing better
than your own choice of incarceration
and a menu full
of Michelin five star rated faeces

A box of goodies,
all labelled quite clearly,
'this ones not for you, please pick again'

So as the world invents the reason to define,
as they give to us purpose
via a responsible methodical
tried and tested path
I will endeavour on my own ,
pay as much attention to the system
as it pays to me,
and remember to always
smile and laugh,