The Iron Hippo

Somewhat rough, a little melodramatic but here's to poetry and exhaustion...

She laughed and I laughed
"Isn't sad we're both fat hippos?
The hippo or hypocrisy is in every individual 
It is relative in size and sometimes can't be tied
Hypocrisy and Irony
The laws of life that torment us
Because our parents taught us and the worlds' rules forced us

God has an arsenal up in his heaven
His favorite knives to use are
Hypocrisy and leaven
The forbidden things that can cheat you out of heaven
They sleep close together inside his drawer 
Ready to be drawn to make us poor
Poor you poor me
We're both worthless meat
We stab at each other like we have critique that's concrete  
We use our tongues like little flames to burn and sear at our own mental chains
Because we're hurting, and need someone to blame
Hypocrisy: telling others or correcting others who are in the wrong
Like your hair is ugly
Or you're seeing this relationship wrong
Isn't funny how we're all great fat hippos 
bellies full of iron irony 
to feed us when we hungry
But the Iron Hippo will never be slated, its taste for inconclusiveness leaves us to be hated   
By ourselves
For others
By others
And for ourselves
"Isn't sad we're both fat hippos?"