Isn’t it funny
How poets dramatise everything
“An ocean of depression”
“A death grip of love”
We just can’t help ourselves
It’s who we are
It’s part of being a poet
Over analysing life
Deeply contemplating death
“What is the meaning of life?”
Everything is philosophical
There’s always a lesson to learn
An issue to address
A heartache to confess

When community spirit is in the bottle that's passed around
and the only
common ground is the parking lot you plot up in
and the 'Social' is not very sociable when they sanction you and it's non-negotiable,
you're basically *******.

Honest men would turn to crime
and later try to turn back time
and nothing good will come from
penalising poor men.