Disjointed Environmentalist 

	Kicking through the woods 
With knee- high boots and no physical imagery 
What I need is for the band of oaks 
	To give me written approval.

I’m living on disjointed thoughts and segmented paranoia 
	Still selling Korean merchandise 
To pay for my fun junkets into the thicket of interpersonal perspectives

I learned that vinyl is not biodegradable- you get my synthetic drift?

	They can shove
	The funny little safety slogans 
As I make my way through a solitary slew of images 
And fight off the stream of mental bullets as I nurture the 
environment.

	I have learned to accept nature 
And the social implications of ecosystems 
I learned to do it while juggling mental acrobatics 
And tomorrow is the last day of school.

David Soriano's questions:

Is there a more or less level of disjointed thought process with this poem?

Do you feel empathy for an environmentalist in our consumer- driven society?