Bitter Soliloquy II.

What is sane but spark forlorn?

A blubbing goldfish, gaping yawn

Inspiration thrown in ditch

Just boring bastard, kid or bitch

Berating those that twist and bend

Harmony swaying is your end

Pluck the hair half way up cheek

Your favourite soldiers bleating sheep

“None alive speak up or out!”

That’s what your Reich of boredom touts 

None organic fields of grey

Squares and squares of putrid hay

Gold flushed from them

Crushed of warmth

Piled in stacks 

Upon your haunch

Raising handbags way up high

In horror at the papers lies

“Ain’t that horrid,

Ain’t that dumb,

Ain’t those weirdos

Fucking scum!”

NO YOU NOTHING

NO YOU BLIGHT

NO YOU SILENT STARLESS NIGHT

NO YOU BLEMISH

MADE OF NAUGHT

ITS ONES LIKE YOU

WE NEED TO THWART

Fucking yes men

Soulless holes

Your spirit’s skin 

No freckles or moles

Unison?

TWAT THAT!

Complete set?

HAH-HA!

We maniacs laughing 

at your grey-black-white car!

Look at your collar 

Working and sad

Brown nosing necktie

It’s you that is bad!

Consume more of others

Don’t create for yourself

The Devil’s reserved you

The worst corner in hell

“For the crime of being spineless,

For the crime of being a prick,

For the crime of being so boring

Even I the Devil was made quite sick:

You’ll be placed in new situations

Each and every day

And made go March in others shoes

Until you see the light of day”

Stop reading rulebooks

Stop obeying laws

The unwritten ones aren’t binding

You social pressure whores!

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