Targets – Written Wednesday 20th December 2000 (Aged 25)


no one likes talent
they pay to see it
they want to be it
they claim to understand it
but inside,
so deep down
the fog is all around
and they would rather burn it down
no one likes the stupid
the butt of our jokes
the butt of a gun
as we go up in smoke
and they are not having fun
talent invites the scared
to throw every hateful opinion,
that they wear
they throw it at the target
but the target is not talent
it is them, it is always them
they lament,
on why they cannot dream
and why they,
cannot see anything

James Garratt – Wednesday 20th December 2000

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