(pug muses)

howdy temptress who eases my burden,

a little pleasure surely in this game of sticks and carrots

while the snotty folks pretend they are something better

but everyone knows the rules, the fairness of life is arbitrary

and everyone gives their best smile to the boss man!

even when inside it is pins and needles, must not show

that face though,

how is that not hypocrisy? surely the stories of sacred books

can be retold, rebranded, narrated, it’s been done throughout

the centuries, and human folks look like this time it is different,

it never says, the same old human nature, of darker and lighter,

but who is to say what is what?

obviously the winner, everyone knows that, smile to the winner,

even when the insides is pins and hell fire,

never mind it burns so very much, fair is fair

says the priest, who plays a game i too enjoy.

but what is? that i be the villain in this story? i beg to differ

when i too could change my tune, my calling, i too could

play the social elite game, don’t you see?

inside the villain and saint aren’t that much different,

well maybe the saint, but most who appear as good

are simply really not that good … … as for me, i have my niche,

my love, my truths i hold dear.

all is possible in life, the rules are meant for control,

why not make your own rules while at it?

that’s what we all do, most do, playing the game of life

and you lilith, are quite the honest kindred,

a peacock surely, and one who embraces your snootniness,

your feathers, your uniqueness, you’re proud of it, good for ya.