I'd Rather

A Poem by Remi D

your either with me or you may need to re-evaluate your idealisms.

I'd rather sell my soul 
to rock and roll
than offer it 
open handed, 
as a co-operative mole
for the head mogul
that wants my freedom
reprimanded.
 
I'd rather dance beneath 
the dazzling stars
than in the bars
created,
and sing my song 
in the golden dawn
than on a stage 
situated.
 
I'd rather swim in seas
higher than my knees
not in slews
dug for the cattle,
and to get around 
instead of oil bound
I'd opt out for a saddle. 
 
I'd rather use the herbs
found in the woods
than accept the hoods
medication,
properly digest 
get plenty of rest
in the very heart
of vegetation.
 
I'd rather love so deep
and always keep
my passion 
for the endeavour,
not cunningly speak
to woman meek
promising loyalty 
forever.
 
I'd rather it be yours
than call it mine
no beggar should feel 
beneath me,
better to eat at home
than on the roam
and share dinner
with our needy.
 
I'd rather help my neighbour
than sweat in labour
to pay a debt that's set 
in fiction,
I'd rather make for us 
than be in a rush
to aide the "banks"
addiction.