I was due a stream of conciousness sooner or later it happens to everyone, heres mine for the day
and by the way I am happy well and ok, feeling good.
maybe that's why I wrote this.
perhaps im self destructive.
nah
just a healthy purge.





what's the point

if i'm lucky ill get 80
and in that time
I should have seen the world
bungee jumped from
the trellick tower
without the bungee safety
life
a point?
of course there must be one
hope
?]
 I’m not that simple.
proud to be complicated
quite proud limited people quite understand
about my quite straight poetry
but what’s the point
in being quite quite about something that is square pegged
in a whole lot of distortion
or left winged
you just sit watching the whole world decay
day by day they fall
one less hero as another actor dies
         one less debauched maniac
another singer cries his last into a mic
       every minute is not without
a moment I dislike

Id like to teach the world to sing
in perfect disharmony
ah, no need to

job done

baked a bun, home hun
monotony!

talk about pain
and the pawl and sprocket gears
the unwound clockwork
puts the fears into you
expended energy, almost dead
lead pig, kicking
they always did when down
the question why
what for
who where what and why
life is a long hard struggle
tempered by the odd comical moment
most of the time spent trying to dig out
of hole
        the buggers put us in
as arduous as a flock of pigeons
 picking off the breadcrumbs
from the royal bank of Scotland
or whoever
           government handouts
state benfit
and gas bills
and electric bills
              and food and fuel
and fuckers who rule you
sat at the top
                   money drop penny

slot
 
bugger.