Let's Not Have Any Quarrelling Between You And Me

Small minded, cheap, spiteful and mean;
this is the shabby world in which the insular
and narrow people have chosen to reap what they sow
Look to the pasture, see them marking an acquiescent,
inactive nonviolent herd for these are the times
when the cash crop always seems to flow
There are buyers at the market, livestock, butchered bodies
as the trembling creatures begin to alternate, flash and glow

Think nothing of it as the grass has been good,
the animals have survived despite their pain and woe
There is no reason to become excited as there is abundance,
confidence, the cows shall eat crow, let it happen, the natural bickering the altercation, the argument, the clash, the scrap, the row
In an endless circle the shepherds will deliver the goods, the sovereign, the bellyache,
the benevolent master with fresh pieces of sordid fish and squirrel, divine cuts proverbial slices random killings in the outback festive treats for breakfast, lunch and dinner, quarrelsome masks serving the heretics, emery boards, dental floss, lost blind
But skip to the surface before it comes screeching to a halt, a façade, a bleeding heart, camouflage, cover-up, disguise, the mark of profound movements in the countryside
Do not be afraid listen to the plaintive, melancholy word because there is comfort in the twilight whether the herdsman is straight-laced, fat or curved, a kindred soul who hides his true feelings to conceal what other people are always able to figure with bacon, bean sprouts and curd, give-up the bank, the luncheon and the ballyhoo big faces are tender and ready to climb a sacred tree.