Some succumb to it
I **** my thumb and
get on with it,
we all get wound up
some get crushed in the
round-up
some succumb to it
I **** my thumb and
get on with it.

It's just a page filled
with rage
or
is it
unrequited love?

forget what I wrote above
it's half a page
and only that
everything
pales into
flatline
pulse gone
having
a
hard time,

organising
the origin
so
to begin
it's just a page
and I've turned it.

The sunset
filled with hope
for tomorrow
and regret
for
the past.

Hmm
I'll get there,
one day
I'll be able to share
the truth.

Today was tough going
but knowing how tough
things can get
I got going too.

'We have never had it so good'
oh
please tell me if you could
when was that?

I'm thinking about buying a shipping container and shipping it to Saltburn-by-the-sea
I could make it quite habitable or comfortable and good enough for me and at high tide, I could go off floating to end up in the place called Shanghai or it could be I go off to that other place where containers go when they die.

Dreaming Spires don't make this no Oxford
but dreaming of you makes it right.

Self
corruption, destruction,
must believe in the self.

If I'm going to hell
I'm taking the detour.

Sunday and the prophets arrive
but
only nine to five and
double time too.

It all has a price
and it's sometimes so nice
how can I refuse?

They'll not be happy
until we're living in tents down on
Hackney Marsh,

Cold Weather payments?
not a chance
harsh
but true

and even when we're lined up for our nightly gruel
they'll not give us any fuel for our fires.

We've been ejected, evicted, victims of a scam.

There's never a minute goes by
when I don't wonder why
the minutes go by
as they do,

clockwork?

If someone forgets to wind up the universe
we'll be stuck in this moment forever.