Pavlov's Dog

Imagine if you for once, said what you meant

Imagine how many times over and over again, your caustic flares would have engulfed the world you're so reluctantly a co-existence in

But then, actions have consequences, and consequences aren't about conveniences

So you wrap your morbidly obese ego in a flimsy foil of morality, and pat yourself on the back for being nice

You say you want justice

But what you really want is vengeance

Justice is a concept, vengeance is an actuality

And concepts can't satiate the filthy slime of hate creeping up your guts, in your intestines

You know whoever said "an eye for an eye makes the world blind" was a rather audacious motherfucker

Once you've lost an eye, you'd rather have the world blind than preach peace in pen and paper

You say you want equality, equity

But what you really want is the privilege, but not the accountability that comes alongside

Privilege without accountability is an airplane without the wings: it's so absurd it's borderline delusional

But then the line between being empowered and being gaslit into greatness is rather thin

As thin as that foil of morality you wrap around like a pointless endorsement of nicety 

Morality is a great excuse; the goddamn ace in the pack of cards up the sleeve of your shrewd self-esteem

Morality is the greatest of all conditioned reflexes the whole of humanity has ever known; the one where you are Pavlov and you are the dog