They drew me in with promise of work,
Powerpoint presented dreams of sucess.

Become a member, join our cult!
Experience travel, jobs, security.
Fuck that, I must revolt!
I pledge allegiance to young leftist idealistic purity.

Friends in time and place

Friends in time and place,
Bar stool politics and stainless steel.
Flavour of intoxication.
Etiquette followed and lost,
To be a member.

The chemical clean of written rules,
To the betterment of a species.
Mothers train their children,
Who train themselves to value and judge.

Beer glass sits on cardboard coaster,
A meal served with Hospitality.
He surveys the black of his mind,
While others try to listen.

The world beneath my nose

In the world beneath my nose
Runs a valley to my toes.
I’ve found a tree and stolen time.
A useful strife,
one splendid chance to ponder life.
The wind is slight,
My music plays,
Green foliage softens the sunlight.
Thoughts awaken, stretch
And stroll into consciousness.
I close my eyes.
Tiny hidden insects tickle my skin.
But my mobile calls,
And brings a sky of sorrow.
Reminding me of an unquenched desire
To throw it out a window.

The World I Woke Up To

I woke up to the world this morning,
my brain imploded,
but my mouth kept yawning.

The night was over, no more illusions.
With it went my infantile confusions.

It was day now,
things were bright,
Nobody could stumble in this degree of light.

I cracked an elbow,
and stretched my skin,
I'de survived youth's wash and spin.

I'de learnt of people dying,
and thought - that could be me,
I should be crying.

It was time to hang up my own clothes,
devote my day to others' woes.

I reached the laundry without much trouble,
only to find I'd burst my bubble.

Washed clothes are heavy and damp,
on top of this there was no lamp.

My body fumbled,
my stomach grumbled,
Alas! My mind had stumbled.

The problem being,
it was still morning,
and i could not help but keep on yawning.