The Little Things

Tell me that this cup of tea,
Will cure cancer,
So I don't start to cry.
Let this dance be magic,
And ease the pain of death,
So I can feel alive.
Make each ride on flying fox,
More than momentary escape,
From the stress of each day.
Please tell me the little things,
Will fix everything,
Because I don't know what to say.

Happy Cow

They all agree that the conditions are wrong,

But farmed chicken is for dinner anyway,

Unnecessary cruelty fills every plate.

They felt bad when you made them spare a thought for the animals,

But it won't change their ways.

Your own good health shows them there is another way,

But they hit you with their pseudo happy cow bullshit,

"It's still a life," you say,

So they want to "agree to disagree,"

Which is very well for them,

But the pigs won't feel the same.

The suffering these people pay for,

It's heartbreaking, really.

People, or cats.

I tend to ignore the fact that people,
Because reasons.
People can be difficult,
Even when you try to see the good in them,
And most days I'd really rather,
See the good in cats.

You are filthy and sour,

Always trying to bring someone down,

Because you are low,

And going no where.

Now it's my turn,

You target and lash out,

But you are set to miss,

Because I know you're a bitch,

And your words don't mean shit to me.