you must do what I do

What is this pig called man ?
what makes them think
I want to hang glide ...
or walk twenty miles
staring at my feet,
incase you fall in a  hole
and are off work for a year ?
 on sickness monitoring
my feet are very precious
they don't need to peak
at the summit, nor fly
down Devils Dyke..
just because they can
what is this pig called man
do I ask him to accompany me
to sewing classes, or
to burlesque dance ?
I don't because that's my thing
I don't drag you by the skin
of your teeth kicking and screaming
nor do I judge you not worthy
because you don't share my joy
in the things I hold close..
I don't want to be unfurled..
on top of a mountain
it's a space reserved for pig men
who will never conquer my
burlesque world.