COPING

Chronic buzzing
Electric fuzzing
10 past 7
I miss the first train
To snore-ville
Chosing to stay in my fabricated
Heaven.

Turn on the telly
Dont know why i bother
Murder, corn flakes, rape, murder
Politics, death, decay
Red tape, death more death and some more murder.
Images streaming,
Feelings without feeling,
Children who havent eaten,
Anouther movie starring
Morgan fucking freeman.

Turn on the radio
It drives me radio ga ga
Music is dead
Its sprit left
When bleed
Now we are made to wank over
Jess glynn
And sam fucking smith
With his crew cut clan
Handy mundane man
Fuck of back to fuckville
While you bloody can.

The weathers shit
All it does is rain
The sky frames a picture
Colours lost in contrast
Permeantly fifty shades
of fucking grey.

I throw a penny to the porcelen prince
Form a kiss then blow
He's not real
If he was he died long ago.
As did the profit who died at my feet
Whos remains i uncovered
Through the rain and the sleet.

I want to exit darkness
Head towards the light
I ask god the forbiden question
"How come im always wrong?
But the world is always right?"

Welcome to sorrow
Population only one
Now my cock has shrunk
To the size of a wallnut
And my mind is a war
Thats not yet been won.

As i sit on a bench
Held together by sellotape
And my discontent
I realize through this vale
Of depression
Im just watching
Things and People fall apart
We stuff are faces full of saturated crap,
And drink overpriced shit coffee,
I dream of the good old days
That faded in a blink of a eye
Lost to the sands of time
And a thousand silent sighs.

So i jump into the mire
It was that or the fire
And convince myself
That this poem is
About me
Wrestling with
The complexities
Of life,
And this is me COPING!