play the game, avoid the weathervane
then, self loathing –
will feel less like unbearable pain

your past,
way back there
days so very long ago
days that sailed far away

is held very tight
and the realisation –
that you cannot prise it from their hands
try as you might

we –
are, ‘strapped for cash’
and that –
there has been an almighty crash

never noticed –
the blame creep in
never noticed –
the passion for traditional sin

they privatised the dreams
and marketised,
every fear and every scream
they put a charge on lamposts
and a tax on our every lean

Reassurance i saw – a young woman – run her hands across – the bushes and the flowers – in … More