I am generally happy not to be a pig. Wouldn’t mind being a dog somedays, at least if I get to pick my owner but that’s probably asking a lot.

Living is a constant choice but there will be more than enough time to rest and recuperate at the end for all of us.

are we not like pigs as they are stuck in a pig pen with their waste as we are stuck in our world with out waste…I agree to live is to fight I will not give up easily great write 💕

Poets aren’t giving up. WE have to keep fighting.
I won’t give up even when I am dead…I swear I will not.
I have been so angry lately and just can’t help to write it out.
The lions are winning right now, but they will get their tails caught in the door…and be lead out.

a necessary poem here.

j.

awesome James I always think it is quite impossible to be contained in one flesh it is at all possible you are one with all these animals 💕

My word Sir Knight .. you did make me smile BIGLY .. so much so each corner of my mouth bent upwards toward the ceiling .. very much enjoyed .. Neville

hello dearest James a very beautifully succint poem I think we are on similar wavelengths today 💕

This felt so calm and balanced without having to use a lot of words to explain everything.

Nice work as usual🙏

I feel the sun and the moon with this. Very nice

Thanks for reading.
The sun and moon are always with us.
Regards James

How can there be one without the other? The unity in diversity is incredible. Beautifully written…

I feel like I need to read this several times to really take it all in, but regardless it’s a very fun little mind bending read.

Thanks for reading such a bizarre poem.
I don’t really know what it means.
Maybe it’s meaningless.
Regards
James