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Bobbing for Apples

There has to be
So much more
Not this place 
Full of squalor
Not this hole
Of steaming piss
And alcohol
And long lost friends
From here 
There
And everywhere
And nowhere
I'm so tired
Of dirty holes
And laughter
Born of boredom
Of people
Barking
Everything
And nothing
Find me a ditch
Away from it all
Away from the dirt
And the drudge
Dredge my soul
I found my limits
And unless you want
To push me
Until
We all burst
I reckon
I'm done
I've had enough
I tried
And your world
Didn't cut it
So much
For me
I salute you
Along your path
But don't spit 
Bits of gravel
At me
The fat you chew
I spat out
Long ago
And I'm ready
For something
Else
I'm ready to blow
Your mind
Cos this day to day
Shit
Smells worse 
When you know
Where it comes from
And how much 
You learnt to tread
Water
And not breathe
Because that's just
What all
The other
Sitting ducks
Do
Bobbing for apples
Whilst slowly drowning 
In a stagnant 
Pond

 

◄ The Seamstress

The Circus of people ►

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