Move On
You don’t approve of my mind, move on
You don’t approve of my wife, move on
You don’t approve of my art, move on
I am not alive to seek your approval
But I am doing the best I can do
I have only the God has given me
If that isn’t enough for you, move on
You don’t approve of my way, move on
You don’t approve of Fibro, move on
You don’t approve of my life, move on
I am not here for you to approve
But I do my best to do what’s right
If that isn’t to your taste, move on
To be like you means not being me
To meet your standards means failing me
To live your life means ignoring mine
I’m not here to be a clone of you
I am here to be me, who I am
If I am not good enough, move on
Hate my voice of expression, move on
Hate my need to heal what’s broke, move on
Hate passion that comes from pain, move on
Embrace me or not, friend or un-friend
I do not apologize for me
Chose a path of your own and move on
Cluck like the chicken you are,
Sitting in your coop.
Oink like the pig that you are,
Rolling in your own poop.
Cluck your orders with false authority,
You’re just full of shit
Oink your disdain with false sincerity,
Laughs abound, you’re a hit
Old McDonald had a cubicle farm
And in it is you.
The animal sounds you bray and bark
Can’t hide what is true
E-I-E-I-Ohhh it’s such a sad state
You don’t know or care
You want to farm, to change your fate
But you’re just a skank-old mare
Moo like the cow you are
Milked for all your worth
Nay like the goat you are
Eating your own shirt
Moo your sense of security
As false as it be
Nay your willingness to sell out
Keep it away from me
Old McDonald had a cubicle farm
And in it is you.
Regurgitating your stomach contents,
Cuds of lies to chew
You can’t be the farmer
Man can’t be saddled
You’ll never be the farmer
Cause you’re the cattle.
