a cold vegetarian burrito
is not a substitute for a meaningful existence

which ever way you measure out the distance
a man travels in one stretch of life
you, like i, will surely come to the conclusion
that birth and death are next door neighbors
trading favors, facts, and tools
treating each other like gullible fools
raping the last shreds of a consistent moral system
when passionate arms swing freely, they twist them
and after (what used to be a legitimate) evening meal
the two trip over each other over who gets the kill