Perhaps one day I will put together a collection
And it will be called Systems of Digestion
A call to arms by the componentry of a
Thing that I don't yet understand, a prayer
For the gut bacteria that come out without
Having made it to the next stage and a
Guilty plea for my complacency in
Eating animals and watching as the
World crumbles into metaphors as
I make analogies about responsibility
To avoid accountability, while making
Sure to shine the badges I "earned" by
Being in the right place in the right time
With the right make and the right time
And let's be clear: the face that people
Expected; cancel this contract? I'm not
Sure if I will. Failure, fizz act; Coca Cola
Will be poured into my grave
Roman Ryan 