Where the hell did that go?
yesterday,
work went so slow
but the night whizzed past so fast
I only had time for fifteen winks
and I need at least forty,

The universe is shafting me
don't laugh because after me
it'll be
shafting you too.

Well,
I've ploughed the fields and scattered
and now I'm flippin' shattered
it is I that should be fed and watered
not the good seed on the ground,

nothing worse than a bible verse
when you want a pint of beer
and when the barman shouts,
The Salvation Army's here
you want another pint of beer.

If there is a Green Hill Far Away
why put up a City Wall?

but City Hall with their backhanders
sell off sites to all newcomers

Land
green or brown
they'll build a town
and
call it Bethlehem or Babylon,
Croydon or New Addington

Still Biblical
call me
John The Cynical
and
throw me from the pinnacle
of my hopes and all desires,

I will become the Martyr
more famous than
Paul Sartre
or end in an asylum
locked and padded
Number Five.

They haven't quite got the message
because management is still stuck in
the stone age,

we are not only not on the same page
we're in different ******* libraries,

they take their liberties
I take my leave

adieu.

My emolument has been spent
wasted on niknaks or lost
playing blackjack,
lent 'til tomorrow by those who
would borrow my dreams,

and now
I must work again for the man
and plan what to do
plan how to get through the Month.

I would have been interested
had it been interesting
but it wasn't
and I wasn't

Daybreak is always something flat.

Not that it worries me
it'll be what it wants to be
and obviously
it wants to be flat.

but that's just my opinion.

She says that I'm a sourpuss and
there is no light behind my eyes
but
I surprise her by shining anyway.

Ok
passing by the gloom
into the bathroom
splash a bit of cold over
this face that's too old
and
facing the day that
faces my way
I go on.