Sucks to your Ass-Mar

“Sucks to your ass-mar, Piggy.”

Is, I think, the most apt phrase

to describe how I’ve been feeling

as of late.  I added the Piggy part

as that is not in the original

Lord of the Flies quote. Just had to say it.

Piggy, the poor child, is cursed

with asthma and childhood weight

issues and is at the pointed end of

all the sharpest criticism from

his so called, “friends”.

Piggy is us.

His sad fat little face, turned upward

with polite defiance as the children

around him descend into savage

chaos and primitive tribalism.

Piggy wants to follow the rules

when no one else does.

Jack is the slick, smooth and

persuasive leader of the savage boys,

lithe and wiry, golden haired and

charming. I’ve always hated him.

He was the snobby shit type I still can’t

stand.  But he is also, us.

We are both the mob of savage

children and that sad fat boy,

marooned together on an island

trying to survive through either reason

or brute force. We vacillate between

the two, changing allegiances.

We try to make sense of our place

in it all. Are we the rule makers, the

rule breakers, the outlaws, the legislators

of our own destinies? Where do we fit,

are we Piggys or are we Jacks? Are we

both, constantly at odds until we weep?

Weeping at the feet of some adult,

an adult that is supposed to be us.

I’m not so sure anymore.  So that is why

I have to say it, and say it too often it seems

“Sucks to your ass-mar!”