Off for a sprint
in the Olympic Park
or rather
a stint at the coal face
in the place where I work.

I pretend it'll end
soon,
but
it seems to me
that the Moon and I
have been old friends
for an eternity.

She tells me again to be brave
to save some of myself for
myself.

I saw September in a dream or it may have been my reflection looking out at me from the mirror of a stream,
either way it was September I saw
and here it is again
promising rain,

seeing September again
someone singing that September again
and
it feels like this September's the same
as the ones that gone before it.

In a folder on my computer
the line reads
you're getting older

I shall reboot her.
there's obviously a bug.

First
they came for the elderly
which didn't bother me
because I'm not old
then
they told me to pack up
I was in the next take up
but
middle class guy
wondering
middle classly why
me?

they'll come for you too
and raid your pensions
when you're asleep,
those ***** rotten bounders
want to bury you deep.

What's new is nothing new,
a different government
same old crew
and
they're ******* you.

If lying was an Olympic event
they'd win the gold

twin tubs.

help the elderly
but *** the old.

I'm already tired of this.

I needed
but never wanted
and then I wanted
but never needed,
a turnabout,
what's that about?
I'm only trying to survive.
She says,
you'll live forever
and
I never doubt her word.

So
I didn't get a ticket
frick it,
the only oasis
I'll be likely to see
will be in the Gobi.

Follow your dreams
they told me,

of all the bad ideas in all the world
they had to sell me on that,

play it again Sam,
but this ain't
Casablanca
and my life is not
a movie,

get me?