how sad to be misunderstood
to be evicted from life
to have the full tenure
of a torrid human existence
gesture horribly at you
in faultless reputation
like that of a rancid rage
over a lost trinket
or to be quarantined
while fingerless skin scolds
and noiseless voices are raised
in a donated generosity of savage ignorance
striving to make copious amends
in vain efforts to regrettable
slow acting poison that boils the mind
oh how sad to be misunderstood
such varicose viciousness
oh it’s sad quite sad to be misunderstood
to live through and inoculated hour glass
giving limitless time to a wildfire of idiocy
and when your breath speaks they laugh
black laughter that shatters wet umbilical truths
shudders
knowledge gestures to smoking nostrils
oh how sad, how sad it is to be misunderstood
to be drenched in the rain but not get wet
in which antiquity rests with its
mythologised stupendous ill effects
getting  vivid shadows massed all around
oh how sad it is to be misunderstood
until dactylic, hexameter, elegance
completes and slithering syllables
by their antiquity  focus a shuddering shriek
that sends an exploding heart through your chest

Eight a.m., the start of the day shift
Could be worse, I suppose
By five p.m., the end of the day shift
I’ll regret the earlier phrase I chose

Nobility lay in hard working hand’s
What you give is what you surely receive
But as I arrive
Punch the clock, sign in
Dignity’s the first to leave
Dignity’s the first to leave

Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Time to rise up, raise your voice, realise
Solidarity of thought and deed are powerful
The Class War’s real, not mythologised

Ten thousand rule’s all in isolation
Don’t you realise what they all add up to?
I’m beginning to get a tad bored
Of being told what I can and can’t do

Nobility lay in hard working hand’s
What you give is what you surely receive
But as I arrive
Punch the clock, sign in
Dignity’s the first to leave
Dignity’s the first to leave

Doesn’t mean you should, just because you can
The biggest corporate crime’s the fleecing of the hard working man

Doesn’t mean you should, just because you can
The biggest corporate crime’s the fleecing of the hard working man

Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age
Good morning, Welcome To The New Victorian Age