Do you want to be
A mute bean counter?
Obliged to agree
With illiterate power
Do you want to be
A crooked bean grower?
Bending the knee
To the lout chief ogre
Do you want to be
A hip beanmasher?
Begging for a fee
From posh dream crushers
Do you want to be
A coffee beans drinker?
Awake until three
Making y’owner a winner
Do you want to be
A ruler of beans?
Sipping your tea
Kept by the machine
Do you want to be at all?
Are you content in being small?
Following a line in the sand
You believe carefully planned
It’s the wind having fun
With termites* under the sun…
[*] https://ucanr.edu/blogs/blogcore/postdetail.cfm?postnum=1197
“Since termites are blind and cannot hear, they rely on smell to navigate. They navigate by following the scent of a pheromone, which is a chemical they secrete to send information to their buddies.
It so happens that a chemical in certain ink pens smells just like a pheromone, so they’ll follow the trail. (…)“
Letters to myself: a diary 