Pigs

If I could
Only be like
The world
Is wide
The guns would
Only be toys
To learn by
We’ve been
Breaking bottles
‘Cause we like
Glass in out feet
We’ve been
Lusting diamonds
Cause our
Best friends
Are asleep
If I could only
Be twenty-five
Feet high
You could
Live on me
Have somewhere
To hide
We’ve been
Chrushing desires
‘Cause there’s
No ice for our drinks
We’ve been
Lighting fires
‘Cause it’s
Darker than we think
We’ve been
Squashing spiders
‘Cause we’re
Afraid of ourselves
Trapping flies
In this web we weave
Or am I only
Trapping bee’s