Petition for Rebellion
Ants scuttling
around, jobs to be done,
Not a second to waste, stay on task.
Not a single hair out
of place, so orderly,
Shirt tucked, shoes
tied straight. Knuckles rapped.
Listening without
question, blank stares,
Working on command. Like model citizens ought.
No one knows how to be
their own person,
Identical copies fresh
off the hot conveyor belt.
Rules are closing in, breathing
is constricted,
Expectations pasted on
all four walls.
Where is the
spontaneity?
What gives you spots
instead of stripes?
An awful world, a
boring future,
I petition for
rebellion.
