Animals
The problem with people
is that they don’t behave
like animals;
animals are loyal
and fiercely passionate;
they know what they want
and they take it,
and have hearts that beat
but don’t break.
I’m one of the people,
which means I don’t know what I want
but I know that I don’t want this.
I get up every day
to do work that I hate
to get paid,
so I can live to work
another day.
It bothers me
that no-one stops to ask themselves,
“Why?”
I mean I get that we’re wired
for survival,
but I don’t see why I should bust my balls
for a cause I don’t believe in.
I’d rather admit life is shit
and try to fix it
than to live
in blissful ignorance.
See I’m kind of like the weather
whether I like it or not –
sometimes you get a good forecast
and they get it wrong,
and I can start raining
at the drop of a hat.
All I’m saying is
I’d rather be a cow in a slaughterhouse
than a butcher with three kids
and a mortgage.
