"yeared" poems
From birth, through younger years
You think adults are the best
They know it all, don’t question them
Even ones in stringy vests
But then through wide awakenings
From innocent teen eyes
Your conditioned way of thinking
Is shifting all the time
Morrison’s doors of perception
To Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty Four”
Digesting Brown’s “Da Vinci Code”
What’s behind Dad’s study door?
I always thought there’s something
Something missing from Mum’s smile
Sincerity, yes that is it
Her sparkle’s light-yeared out for miles
I caught my College Tutor out
Her face was filled with dread
As I asked her complex questions
She rambled and went red
It’s not the work you contribute
That catapults you through
It’s who you know, not what you know
That gets you through round two
It’s realising the rich get rich
Capitalising on the poor
Mocha choco frappucinos
To Primani discount stores
It’s sweaty public transport
Followed by a gruelling shift
Evils from your sadist manager
For laughing at his quiff
Offered a promotion
Yes, they’ve recognised my worth
Then the disappointment fills the air
When they ask me to move turf
From Manchester to Liverpool
A fair distance I would say
But with two small kids and secretly
Another on the way
It’s either this or loss of job
This once was steady job
They’re packing up and moving out
To make room for some snobs
They’re all blagging it, they are
No one gets their dream come true
Kaleidoscope shapes are twisting
Now the truth is shining through
A positive is being aware
We’re all muddling through this life
From observation to motivation
I won’t become a stepford wife
I’ll make the best of this you see
I’ll make my family proud
I’ll bulldoze through eternity
Leaving my trail through the clouds
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC