Jordan Castro - (still) claiming power over turnips lyrics

all these hands pushing off each other like factory farm fish like slave-ships packed to brim there are real and invisible fences that separate us i like you sitting in this room not saying much your lips wrestling each other like trying to get a pillow case on a pillow i use coffee to offer my full self this wide eyed skeleton to those who want it i see a man with papers using coffee getting ready to make money huntington online banking asks me embarra**ing questions like 'what was your first job' and 'who is your favorite author' to verify my identity huntington online banking seems like an old friend who recognizes the bone structure of my face or the way i am walking down high street in columbus and asks me 'what high school did you attend' cause now i have a mustache and am skinnier but 'you look familiar though' he looks me up and down and offers me a total balance of $5.70 i am hugging my computer does my computer have eyes does my computer know i am claiming power over it monsanto corporation is claiming power over soybeans monsanto corporation hired forty five private investigators to ensure their continuous ability to claim power over soybeans 'unimpeded profit' when i am eating vegetables i want my teeth to whisper little thank you's to them and send them forward through my body with grace and gratefulness there should be self-esteem checkpoints and courtesy rest areas throughout the digestion process i want turnips to understand i do not wish to claim power over them responding with violence to a violent world does not feel ok to me i don't know i feel like arguing abstract ideas or claiming existential crises or not enough coffee should be okay if someone feels disappointed with you tell them they are thinking of a single version of you that they have developed overtime as the 'standard' and that 'no one can be the same person all the time' regardless of what any self-help book or advice corner wants to say