Edible Principle

Yours
are
mighty messages
giant phrases
I am
supposed
to seek
protection
from harm

thunder
and
bellow
scaring
every fellow

they
who harm me
by believing
they
could buy
me

they
lorded over
me
you said
fumbling fools
and
drunken idiots
who had
to pay
to
get laid

I lost all
dignity
you said
and
I wondered
how
fools and idiots
never did

I listen
your shiny principles
how I wish
they could be
warmer
to the bitter
cold
of the heart,
the soul,
the pit
of my stomach