We’re done with all this crowded solitude
This fascination with watching others’
Pixilated pain
Scripted and contrived
Or so we’ve believed
We must keep it at arms length
We’re so sure a close embrace
Will yield no warmth or solace
We don’t want to be timid
Uncertain and scared
But, neither can we take disappointment
We only want to be grasped
In the happy hot hands of our world of promise
We’re weary of our weakness
Our lack of resolve
To rebel against the selfish
The so much more selfish than we
It’s all give and take
For the good to feel good
But they just take, take, take, take
As long as we agree to give
We can withhold
We can substitute instead
“This for that”
For that shrinking pod we offer a world of promise
We’re impatient with the presumptuous
All eyes and tongue and bottomless gut
Talkin’ their trade
While gulping us down
Give ’em a great big bite o’ nuthin’!
Nuthin’ they can digest
We’ll throw it back in their teeth
Make them swallow and not spit
We’ll choke’m
While we revel in our vision
In our common task to build our world of promise