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.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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