My cranium
Is a tin can
Jaws, < open wide;
32° degree
Steamed sardines
My motor-organ, fried.
Little yin + yangs
Swimming in peace,
The search for balance
The Great Barrier, grief.
Born of Month 3 -
2 Piscean to be true,
I’m 1 steel ribbed piranha
1 bag of emotion, boohoo.
0h, Skull! 0verflow_
ing, 0verfishing, again?
You keep striking zeros
Looking for Zen
Updated: Jul 5, 2019
Two twin flames
Too close to the knuckle
The contempt to win
Means love will buckle
Potential, struggles
Wrestling shared passion
Cut through his cloth
Chop, I’m out of fashion
Cheerleader or leader
Who’ll loosen pride?
Promise to not go alone
Contender, do not hide
Casualties of compromise
Erodes early conversation
Vows to spare identity: means
No room for conservation
Lucifer,
I complain of my menial mundanities
Within the cotton-wrapped worries of my cacoon;
But I’m a guilty baffoon.
Much like you.
And I have a voice.
And you don’t use yours, too.
We run riots in the mind,
Like the rest of mankind -
Deteriorating,
Rotting,
With the media.
Misspending, misplacing,
Our meaningless hysteria.
Just look at the headlines -
Lay off the “fake news”
All you ever do is abuse abuse abuse
And USE and rape our depleting resources
Always escaping the most pressing causes…
Only obsessing over fleeting applauses
Dopamine hits, pats on the back -
And wtf is the meaning of fleek?!
Oh boy... Ahoy! All aboard.
The horizon is bleak -
The Big Issue ignored.
But it’s not defeat…
When we haven’t even tried to contend!
Look at the fucking state of this world,
Yet we elude and pretend?!
And suspend and suspect,
That if we simply don’t look...
(That if we continue to not give a fuck)
That it'll all be okay?
Meanwhile,
The baboons have escaped
Let loose the elitist tirade;
One dirty ginger finger
Over the nuclear button -
Society enslaved!
Immigrants deprived.
Mein Kampf number 3.
Refugees bobbing like bottles in the sea.
Fish flanked with plastic,
Gulls and guts of bottle caps;
But hey tally ho - so what?!
No one gives a crap!
Toxic waste, that‘s what we are -
Just Gen Z left to clear the mess.
The Snowflakes weep at ‘Planet Earth’
“Aww’ - our reality sitcom, bless.