Pearls to swine
Trading all your bacon to the station where it’s mined
All the best cuts that you make
Are cut from your trust by those on the take
Some people eat absentmindedly
And crunch asphalt under finery
They seek with the short sighted blindery
Of someone who is training to not live life mindfully
Full Stop
What I’m trying to say is
If you’re taking from the makers
Then you might have done quit
Spoon fed by the misery on the tit
Have you just checked out or have you really done
Quit?
Pearls to swine
I gave you mine
Pigs’ll eat anything but picky pigs find
The shiniest of objects at the dirtiest of times
Just pluck a picky pig out of the line and they’ll shine
A lot of pigs might even talk about the system
But in participation well you might just miss them
Y’all keep talking about small circles and large victims
But what about the love that you are hoarding in your pig pen?
Now out back I am trying to build a pig pit
And cook over jokes like are you tired or have you done
Quit?
Today we are talking about pearls to swine
Community will rot upon the beauty of POLITE
Yeah it’s an optional safe space
But if you don’t show up then we can’t make waves
I’m not asking for your undying loyalty
But if you could say hi sometimes that wouldn’t soil things
All of the squealing has me feeling insane
But as long as you are hiding then this shit doesn’t change
And I’m pissed that you’ve given up right out of the gate
When you used to be an oyster like me, am I too late?
Are you satisfied just because it worked for you?
Once a huddled mass now you’re a precious few
And as the smuggled jewels of immigrants and fools
Roll away from bruised up bodies, will you eat them too?
I’m really talking to you, all of my Covid graduates
Who seemed to have coped by letting apathy feed you to passionlessness
I think it’s pathetic and I deeply regret it that you are so fucking unwilling to be empathetic
The work of connection is hard, I know you’re scared and you’re guarded it’s discarded that you’re charged with seeing from more than afar and
You don’t want to speak, you don’t want to be seen, you don’t owe anyone anything
You’re depressed at the world but the hope is in others and you’re too jaded and bitter to even try and discover
The cure
You’d rather oink oink and eat pearls
Leave the living to the living I'm a construct of the world, right?
So while the dreamers are admitted or god willing get acquitted or god forbid simply hang in freezers from the ceiling
Sit comfy in your bubble
PLEASE DON’T POP IT
Change could never ever start with a short walk around the block it
Hurts me inside that I really have to spit
Are you scared and exhausted or have you simply done
Quit?