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if pushed too hard I might fall
open my mouth and call for
help then realize I'm by myself
and myself is trying to kill me
don't pen suicide on me in a
written eulogy don't want that
in my biography it's not in my
biology I want to live to see
this matrix fall on me it is
written in poetry one time
I was sitting in a tree flowing
effortlessly like winter breeze
mind at ease among the leaves
met a bird it tweeted words
then sung a song calmed
my nerves I eat chicken but
not the wings can do without
the spleen can't live without
a spine life could be better
if it ever was never time
battling inner urges yearning
and cravings it ain't no fun
if it ain't no misbehaving
