Oct 2019
In the raw urban jungle
the wounded, the mendings and the 'soon be's' stumble along
hiding scars and bandages soaked in blood
dropping pills and drugs away from prying skies
a million lovers walk and smile but only two are real and sincere
that friend that had your back just told another you are pain in the ***
but its okay cause truth be told you know its all about convenience, that's all
a baby cries, a mother curses wildly but to the girls at work
she has the most beautiful bundle of joy
outside the Fertility Clinic a woman cries bitter tears
sorry, they said, but you can never conceive a child
in the stripe joints fat balding middle aged men with fat wallets
have young nubile beauties perched on knees
magnetic attractions, *** appeals in bucket loads
not
fat wallets
yes!
A future doctor and eminent scientist sits under a lampshade studying
from downstairs, a college mate is making jokes about that geek
upstairs, who's still a ****** and never drinks
an elderly couple leave the Prayer meeting, next stop is the Swingers Club down town
where a Reverend Father will be in latex whipping a nurse in a basque
Round the city in a posh Lav, a famous politician fresh from a TV
interview, in now lining up three lines of high grade coke
Hassan at the chippie doles out the hot wraps, no one knows about the forty grand saved under the bed, not even the Tax man
a mum is snoring in bed dreaming about that black builder she saw
dad is playing 'Call of Duty' if only he's done his duty upstairs
in a locked garage Eddie has turned the ignition on, the pipe in place
they will find him in the morning, with a letter and pictures of his three kids that his wife took when she left
four miles away, his wife is under Stan, Stan is a big boy
an attractive woman is with friends drinking and partying
none knows she has a serious illness and could collapse and die
A love song rings out in the night
the moon shines bright
a poet writes
its all about flowers and petals and rainbows and Princes and queens
poets are supposed to reflect real feelings and real
life as they see it
but this poet is a blinded idiot
the poet knows nothing about LIFE.....
the wounded, the mendings and the 'soon be's' stumble along
hiding scars and bandages soaked in blood
dropping pills and drugs away from prying skies
a million lovers walk and smile but only two are real and sincere
that friend that had your back just told another you are pain in the ***
but its okay cause truth be told you know its all about convenience, that's all
a baby cries, a mother curses wildly but to the girls at work
she has the most beautiful bundle of joy
outside the Fertility Clinic a woman cries bitter tears
sorry, they said, but you can never conceive a child
in the stripe joints fat balding middle aged men with fat wallets
have young nubile beauties perched on knees
magnetic attractions, *** appeals in bucket loads
not
fat wallets
yes!
A future doctor and eminent scientist sits under a lampshade studying
from downstairs, a college mate is making jokes about that geek
upstairs, who's still a ****** and never drinks
an elderly couple leave the Prayer meeting, next stop is the Swingers Club down town
where a Reverend Father will be in latex whipping a nurse in a basque
Round the city in a posh Lav, a famous politician fresh from a TV
interview, in now lining up three lines of high grade coke
Hassan at the chippie doles out the hot wraps, no one knows about the forty grand saved under the bed, not even the Tax man
a mum is snoring in bed dreaming about that black builder she saw
dad is playing 'Call of Duty' if only he's done his duty upstairs
in a locked garage Eddie has turned the ignition on, the pipe in place
they will find him in the morning, with a letter and pictures of his three kids that his wife took when she left
four miles away, his wife is under Stan, Stan is a big boy
an attractive woman is with friends drinking and partying
none knows she has a serious illness and could collapse and die
A love song rings out in the night
the moon shines bright
a poet writes
its all about flowers and petals and rainbows and Princes and queens
poets are supposed to reflect real feelings and real
life as they see it
but this poet is a blinded idiot
the poet knows nothing about LIFE.....
