They tried to steal my words from me

With stevia and instant coffee,

They said healthy is better,

But sanity lies too close to the

Early morning rise

I’ve never gotten the worm,

Never needed it,

I keep my own juices running

On my own time

With my borrowed pen

And my poems are indispensable,

Like love,

They won’t dissipate like too much cologne

On a hot summer day

Or be rejuvenated by your

Timed routines and vitamin waters

They eat fruit straight from the tree,

Pesticides or no

And still taste delicious on your tongue

If your body rejects

The tone of my voice

Then go back to your brisk walks

And loud opinions

And leave me to my paper

Recipes for Disaster