Nay Way
Does the Pope poop?
Do the powerful pee?
Then why should I believe?
Why should I obey?
Weak walking wait-a-minutes
got no right to say my way.
The bear in the woods
stalks hunger, not belief.
The where of the would
ignores stomach of need.
The way of the world
worships grief.
I seek body mind relief,
tree still on leaf.
– Smith, 8.14.2017