What's the point?
a nice house,
a conservatory,
a 4K television,
a loft conversion,
a beautiful bathroom,
a pretty garden,
a garden-grill ten feet from
a fully-fitted kitchen,
organic box deliveries every week,
holidays abroad every year,
a shiny car with heated seats

It's all just ******* ****
that you'll spend the best hours
of the best days
of your ONLY life,
Bent double over
a desk or
a machine or
a counter
to earn the money
to pay for it all
before you die
What's the point?

Dance, you little worm and
keep that smile on your face,
Because I know how to keep
the likes of you in your place

Spend your best years jumping through
my flaming hoops of fire,
Until you're old and of no use
And begging to expire

Now just do as your told and
there'll be nothing to fear,
Or I'll steal your children
and all you hold dear

Mindless entertainment,
Money, *** and war,
Will keep you dumb and scared
and in a state of shock and awe

So take this crap and worship it
because it's all you're going to get,
You're nothing to me remember
you worthless marionette.

I've poisoned the air, the water,
and the seeds you grow and eat,
My flames are everywhere now
and there's no escaping the heat

I'm in your mouth, your hair,
your eyes and, of course, your heart,
Come in now, your time is up
And mine's about to start...

I would hate to trigger
your triskaidekaphobia,
So please don't count
these words

As I stand barefoot on the grass I begin to feel it; coming in the air tonight. Have I been waiting for this moment all my life? Probably. Rooted to the spot now, I feel the white light of ancient wisdom. It seeps into my feet and they begin to grow into the ground.  Deeper and deeper they grow, splitting and separating into earthy tendrils that each in turn do the same. Slowly, the light rises inside of me like early-spring sap, up past my thighs and into my abdomen, filling every last blood vessel and suddenly I’m blooming from the inside. The light reaches my shoulders and pours into my arms causing them to outstretch and extend. My fingers grow and twist and contort and split and keep on growing.  Green buds of chlorophyll appear before blossoming into veiny leaves of intricate beauty.  I tilt my head back and wait; I feel my skin harden and thicken and crack as my body completes its earthly transformation. My clothes fall off in tatters, like Dr David Banner, as every part of me grows and fills with the wisdom of ages: the lies and outrages. Time passes and I watch from my now forever-fixed position. Full of wisdom and knowledge and power but unable to express it beyond whispering sweet-everythings to the sky and anyone who isn't listening.