Will you stand and be counted? Not for anything but my God. Try to force me to declare a side? They never bothered to claim me. Why do I care to defend their way? What happens when you muddy the *** too much with the wrong kind of pepper and overkill on salt? Give me curry or himalyan seasoning for a fuller taste of being human. I raise my hands for the drenching rains and blinding skies. Nothing else stirs in me the roots of eternity I knew before they called me a word that rhymes with Italian ice cream. Will I stand for a lot of their silly mess? Hell no! Give me freedom from their categorical failures and strategic mishaps. And give me a dignity in life plastics and fashion trends never acknowledge. No, I will not be counted among the zombied 1st world elite as a byte of data. Give me liberty to be free of mass media manufacturing. And give me autonomous anonymity to die as humanity promised when I inherited the genes that doomed me to an identity as narrow as a sliver of light - blink - now you see a steel door.
Inspired by the memory of those labeled less than human because they were born with the wrong mixture of human DNA.