Worm Food For Cannibus Vultures

It must have been some birth mark That kept me removed From sandbox dramas turned Middle school parking lot feuds Now young adult mortgage escape Drama circles like rosemary in the wind Pollinating programs for lust beach bags and beer A vacation from the grind But when overtime rewinds To flip to the other side- I escape through the window latch Compelled to redo the human race So plug your tickets into cannon fodder I'm recycling the inane scrapes Using it for worm food Living close to land Devising a brand new plan