Submissions by Sega

A conversation with a child
More wisdom and grief
Than his years would suggest
Wholehearted and meek
Entertaining the worst
Never feeling complete
Asking the questions
Only the saddest would seek

Innocence abandoned
Through his own will of mind
Realisation dawns
And moulds “this is mine”

Too young to know better
Old enough to know best

Frontal cortex plays tricks
Pre determined his wake
Not knowing enough
Being sure sealed his fate

I look back on this convo
With a smile...

Rotten is the mind that thinks of the nice
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...