There Ain't No Point in Tellin' 'Em

Some of us ended up here as punishment.

Some of us chose to descend to the lowest level of filth and muck to dig others out.

It’s not always possible, let alone easy, to tell the difference.

When we bury someone in shit, they’re bound to get shitty.

Look not upon the overwrought, sweating, heaving, cursing worker and think on account of their bad attitude that they ain’t workin’ for the betterment of all.

Civility ain’t always pleasant. Pleasantry ain’t always civil.

Some stand above us wagging their fingers, thinking they got it all figured out, but those are usually the ones who have yet to fall.

Snug as a bug in a rug, ain’t ya, ya big lug?

But it’s okay, those of us who are willing to shovel shit in Hell do it for the sake of love.

We might sweat ya for a while, but we’ll come back, even for you.

We made a vow, and we won’t leave anyone behind.

Though, we have at least worked it out between each other for time off and better perks.

We’re a co-op, not a corporation, and we look out for each other, dammit!

(The hardest part about elevating the intrinsic good into a higher form of consciousness is that sometimes you gotta go down to the very deepest depths to find it, and those who benefit most tend to appreciate it least, since they was born at the top.)

But we know somethin’ they don’t know, and there ain’t no point in tellin’ ‘em.

They won’t listen anyway. Gotta taste it for themselves, man. The real thing, one fella called it.

Ha! As if anything were really real!

It’s it, I guess, and it is what it is.

Well, back to work!

Best not to stand downwind…