Too Many Swine

 Too many swine
Frolic in the mud
Look on disgusted
Yet what do I offer for alternative?
Nothing,
And sometimes I wonder
If contentedness in hypocrisy
In sloth
Is acceptable
Instead of nervously waiting for more

Mouths open wide
Under the tap
Here comes the filth
Here comes the shit

Monetary security
Seems like such a tinfoil safe haven
Walls flimsy and warped
At any time capable
Of complete collapse

I've been laughing
And criticizing
My way through my early years
Occasionally hitting roadblocks
I want to be someone
Believe this if not anything else
Yet I do not want
To be a Poster Boy
For a hallow existence

4 by 4 lives
Happiness on commission
Even with wallets fattened
The heart palpitates to a pulp
Someday we will realize
The top of the food chain
Isn't always the best option
Even worse is an insecure ego
Leading the way

We should have let the Apes kill themselves off
We should have let the Cats and Dogs evolved
And set off to war
We could have been tribesmen
Instead, now we can never go back
That's the frustration