"payslip" poems
You know my name,
My background, my roots
You know my clan name
You know my family, my culture
You know my beliefs
You know my favourite colour
My favourite food
My favourite sport
My hobbies
My favourite music
My likes and dislikes
You know my goals, my dreams
You know what makes me tick
Yet, you don't know my Soul
You know all my allergies
You know all my so called flings
All my past relationships
You know all my friends
You know my favourite beer
You know what makes me smile
You know what makes me mad
And you even know my payslip
You know I don't like my pizza with pineapple
Lol, and you know I hate Amasi with sugar
You know my favourite soccer team
And you know I prefer Messi over Ronaldo
You know between left and right I'd go right
Between up and down I'd always look up and I won't go down
And you know between you and her I'd always choose you
But, you still don't know my Soul...
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Let me fly
cut through the sky,cut through my skin
let it begin.
Can't relax with rents, and council tax smacks me in the face,pacing floors,slamming doors,not angry just a little mad,just a little sad these monkeys won't leave me alone.
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'Get a job,get some pride'
and let the ******** ride roughshod while they poke and **** and you lay there and play their game,trampled but,
do you feel the same?
You're working now,What the fluck,lady luck ****** out your brains,you're tamed,named on a payslip and one more sunken ship of dreams slowly sinks.
Thinks.
got to go away,can't stay chained, feeling drained,pained beyond belief,
flucking grief.
but enough self pity,spit it out,
grin and bear it?
I flucking wear it like a second skin,another cut will get me in
let me begin or let me end.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Big brother; surveilled; rat runs of pounds;
Instaweb orbs, tendrils confound,
Face timely chats across coded binary,
Clocked on, logged in let it begin;
Around and around the wheels about town,
The daily homage to tubes underground,
Whistlestop lunches, lanyards and passes,
Payslip available labour force saleable.
PIN, Password, Face recognition,
Upload, drawn down, robotic volition,
Subdural naked forced aspirations,
Chasing dragons of faked motivation.
Push and chug and push and chug,
The relentless surge of more from above,
Steady inbound for disembarkation,
Life's sourjourn of self realisation.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
Gotta drop this ****
get out
get free
let it all fall away
this isn't for me.
Half lit
just awake
I hurt
how I ache,
gotta drop this **** and
get out.
Work and the contract,
odds stacked against me
and the click is the clock
clubbing the minutes which
rock, let them roll over me,
I want to be free.
The rota says nine,
but this time I'm ready,
unsteady?
possibly and the clock holds
a deathly chill as I **** it again.
Gotta drop this **** out or it will be the death of me
It's taking the best and the worst and holding my breath
I see the future on a payslip
less deductions.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC