The Big Table

This table is for eagles only where the tough- dirty-necessary decisions are made. Every now and again an asp raises its rage it has to be engaged with one way or another. You haven't the stomach for it, that's what the small table is for for little owls to perch. Hooting excuses to explain the poison away wide-eyed petrified of facts. ideologues-all not understanding that you can't reason with stupid it is unwise to stroke a fang. I'M where I belong, at the big table an invader writhing in my talons. It didn't listen to logic it had to go- You're where you belong at the small table sniffing rainbows dreaming in unicorn Little poison asps going unchecked. Swirling around your heads. You've grown fat and soft without any answers apologist supreme only wishful thinking dead end dreaming- Dismantling the asp happens at the big table chanting time is over-talons must come out. The tough-dirty-necessary work happens here at the big table. If you can't stomach it, get the F out of the way -stay in your safe lane just be the little toot owl that you were born to be.