Upon Reading Crank

I would be                                     lying
if I said
I was not                                        completely 
enthralled by the idea
of Danger and Desire,                  bereft
of self governance,
an alter ego letting go                 of
worries, rules, fears.
Just living with no regrets-        all
action, no thinking,
just doing. No                              internal
angst nor conflicts.
No peons daring preach their  morality,
Freedom to flirt with death,
and in doing so feel so very alive, like
an animal without tether.
People won't stare thanks to           my
smooth charm, neither contributing 
nor consuming the bullshit of my mothers
telling me to stay within the square
and to always,                                   always
eat my peas.
Isn't that what they've always        said.
I do eat my peas
but mother,

              I am green now. 

Reviews

[Skin]

Fanfuckingtastic but (oh no, not some more gobshite from this idiot)
'fraid so m'Lady. Surely, surely, 'mothers' should be, could be, must be simply, begs to be
mother. sans S
Of course it works! Grammatically and otherwise and it's a poem a great poem for crying out loud, please don't leave it slightly wounded or are you a sadist? ;-)

Regards Skin