Feeling emotions are a privilege.
Nobody is apologizing, just move on.
Stop holding up the line, now, move.
You're searching for something gone.
We must get back to our packages
Of meat made of water and grain.
They are all that we can salvage
And it helps take away the pain.
Ring up some cheese in plastic,
It was slaughtered just this morning.
And two tubs of dead yogurt? Fantastic!
You can charge it on the brain.
Shuffle over, now, keep it moving.
You're on the clock as the livestock,
So be a good employee.
Now, who's a good boy?

Feeling emotions are a privilege.
To someone who suspects death
Wouldn't you see it coming?
So make it easier on yourself,
Take these pills--numb it away.
Or, would you rather have it stay?
Let it linger in the aftertaste
With a joint and a bottle of gin,
Inhale the tobacco and *******,
And a tab of Lucy or jab of heroine.
Wake up the next day--repeat again.
Who's got time for feeling today
When we pay to throw it away?
Feelings are unnecessary,
Overwhelming if unabated;
They reveal our fears as hatred.

Feeling emotions are a privilege.
They are fleeting moments still
Still as the water even as it ripples
Resonating within, without.
They are murky as the sediment
Searching within, without
A clear sense of being settled.
They are forgotten and ignored
In the advance of the explored.
But they carry the human form
From adapting to its current,
Curbing lives with improvisation
Irrespective of the former.
Feeling emotions are a privilege.
A person may introspect on life
Learning as the waves keep crashing.