Signs Poem by Kaz Diamond

Yellow road signs.
No smoking signs.
Signs from god.
People put them up,
and expect others to follow along.

Say No To Drugs,
The sign screams at us.
Why?
It's my life I'm escaping from.
Do I want to escape?

Twenty-five miles per hour.
Horns honk.
A battle of beeps and noise.
We pay for our
obedience.

A burned peice of toast.
God manifests himself in strange ways, huh?
Your welcome to your fantasies.
Why should I beleive
In your toast.

Well
I won't follow your signs,
Misleading to blind slavery.
For once the signs are right.
I Am Free!