POEM - Conclusions

No fucks to give any more and there isn’t even a word for it

Don’t want to carry on, seen my future and when I saw it

There was gnawing in my head circus and as usual drawing

Conclusions that may either be invalid or an intuitive warning

At least it’s not boring I suppose but I cannot fucking ignore it

It is causing me to get stuck as a person not evolving

So I won’t fit your narratives into my life if it isn’t golden

 

No cares to throw your way, I’ll save it for another day

Won’t even bother explaining why it is you need the pain

to contain a humble state, a self the world appreciates

Yes there is snakes in the grass when the grass is over grown

So I grab my garden tools and then I mow and mow and mow

I water my plants, still I don’t understand, how the hell it is I grow

When this life has me so thrown, my mind is truly blown

 

No bothers to lend, and I’m sorry about that

Except I’m not really because people are just twats

With mindless attacks forcing other twats a bit like me

To spend their short life in combat with full force and contact

No headgear no gloves no gum-shield no crash mats

And perhaps I’ll collapse from fighting and I’ll fall back

But it’s more likely I’ll rise up til your hold on me and power snaps

 

And that’s that.