The direction of this post is clear.

Like an unruly naturalized American I will write about the reality that surrounds me, the shopping malls, the loudness in a healthcare system gone bankrupt.

The fanatics ringing my doorbell, selling me faith, meat trucking my doorstep, the Mary Kay’s attempting my fate.

To afford, to spend, perfecting their fantastic herd.

If multiplying identities Gods you, donate your heart to someone whose faint beat desperately tries.

Ration your spending, believe hunger is the obvious.
Live with integrity live with hope.

I want to quit this lifestyle and walk, walk until my feet ache.
Embrace my purpose, my existence evermore.