Adventures in Zoochosis

I hold out for consensus

Give the masses the benefit of the doubt

Insist the democratic process will bear this population out

I think my only fear of death is that it may not be the end

That we may be eternal beings and must do all of this again

Oh please lord, let no such thing be true

Though I suspect that if I slink back to my enclosure

Safe and warm and adequately lit

Sufficiently plumbed and ventilated

Well, let's just say I would not shake a stick

And if pressed, I'll admit

I'm ecstatic about the enrichment programs

Implemented to extend our captive lifespans

I'm excited to see what our keepers have planned

Perhaps a bigger cage? Longer chains?

Some compelling novel reasons to remain?

"Dad are we gonna die?" Yes son, both you and I

But maybe not today

Boys, I've bowed to the keepers whip for so damn long

I think the sad truth is this enclosure is where your old man belongs

But you, your hearts are pure

When operant conditioners come to break you in

I'll sink my squandered teeth

You grab your little brother's hand, run like the wind

And if I'm not there, don't look back

Just go

I don't give a fuck about the enrichment programs

Implemented to extend our captive lifespans

Motherfucker gonna get a load of what I got planned