vantage point

why don’t I just give in to this whole battle
I raise the white flag
and toss out the vegan shoes
and fold my cards and eat that little animal flesh
and pack this bag and travel to the US
and join the military
and swear off the addiction to intellect
and contemplate what way I can bring about
better private sector development in our society

why not?

is it some larger compass that guides me to
uphold my superiority complex?

I like to wander through big boxes
and admire the crap.
I notice chick peas on for fourty four cents this week
and purchase chocolate covered oreos
and candy
and then sadly rationalize it all with a little
soy milk and frozen berries

I like to wander through food courts
and admire the ugliness of the consumers.
and then become one.

why don’t I give in to this whole battle?
because I want to rage.
I want to feel the blood rush every time I judge
and proclaim proudly my moral high ground

why don’t I give in?
because I want to be the newest generation
of consumer protector
even when parts of me think of being the newest generation
of consumer.

…

I like to think I’ll be high enough
to be above the flooding
but secretly
I think my roots go so deep
they’re bound to drown me.