Energy prices are set to rise and I cannot
for the life of me believe my own eyes,
jeez, can't even afford to be gaslit
so it's candles and not four of them
only one that flickers.

The end is, Sigh,
administration crushing
taxes pushing you to the brink
still think you're lucky?
*** me
what will it take to open your eyes
to the lies that they peddle?

Too old for fighting
but the light in me
won't surrender that easily.

In ten years which is nothing
we'll have less than nothing
they'll still be fighting
I'll be much older but will
always carry the light in
my heart.

Watching the breakdown
which turns out to be
the societal takedown
so now
I'm guilty by association?

*** my luk
which is Icelandic
for have a good night

I think.

We think that we're all sitting in the theatre watching a show, but you know what, we are the show and we're not a good one, if things were normal we wouldn't have been put on at all.

We, the outcasts who think and even those who do not, know absolutely that we've all lost the plot and we're wandering aimlessly
wondering who we are and where we are going

it is definitely not the show in
the theatre that we're thinking,

sinking?
oh yea
titanically,
the band playing?
more than majestically

I'm not watching anymore.

Those with two faces
think they hold all the aces
forgetting that there are jokers
in the pack
and looking back
to see where you're going
never got anyone
anywhere.

Words of wisdom
or words from a fool
I
never went to school
read
Wisden's almanac
so I know about cricket
and little else.

In the closing
when the day reposes
against the pillow of
the night,
it is then that the dreams
see the light.