Tuesday 23 May 2017

I SNOB



         its
          easy
           isnt
             it 
   to sit in a burger pit
 in a weird mall morning 
       like limbos own waiting annex
     and 
 judge the flaccid clientele there
    in market tops and nowhere trousers  
       while eating 
     the same grease as them
             and
 me with no job to go to either
         only pad and a pen 
      to draw a line between
                  my self-induced 
             higher purpose
   of writing-slob delusion
      and their assumed 
              salted earth
     stone-clad grief hole

           well
            i
             cant
              help 
               but 
 imagine the uninspired misery
   and stubborn catechisms
 of modern povertys tv-dull minds
        stinking
         like 
     unseasoned hamburger 
  in their laminated 
    galley kitchen arena
        and 
 any pledge i make
   to look with kinder eyes
        into their potted grey rainbow
          may
           last
 14 seconds
         as 
        disgust and sadness
 gives empathy and charity 
     a good slop out
  in the dredged canals and prison troughs
           of 
          my
    feedback loop 
     ego jag
           brain pan


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pic from daveandjames.com

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