MIC DROP & FIN

on benefits ?

shoot the effing lot of em !

send em home !

he says

i am on benefits

i say

& very mostly at home 

but out at a bbq with twunts today

for some awful reason

well . . . not . . . 

you know what i mean tho

he says unsure

i dont fit the mold you see

i have an illness

i say

& a working wife

this bbq is bloated

with tabloid fed

carb tards

you should be ashamed 

of your effing self !

he says 

feeling on surer grounds

for some reason now

well the thing is you see

i say stepping up

at a bbq we are leaving

i AM ashamed sometimes 

but i dont believe 

i should have to be

THATS my problem

i leave

too ill

to engage

further

mic drop & fin

from universalcreditsufferer.com

FOR CONTRAST AND CONTEXT

( in a dept store cafe )

theres a woman
cackling over 
her grandchild
then
she
lists
items
in a standard xmas dinner

her family are on their phones

theres an old lady
barking
like an asthmatic dog
like an emphysema crow
at
a
flaking pastry

theres her daughter
on crutches
talking
slow
so slow
slow as illness

and quiet as a cloud

theres a silent man
nothing to eat
no tea cup and saucer
a shine of use
on his knees
on his arse
of
his
cheap black asda slacks

theres a man in a cap
eyes invisible
check shirt
tucked in
trousers high
checking out the seed stand 
for 
20 
minutes

before choosing nothing

~

i dont fit in here
thats why i need to be here

( says
  my
  ego )

i make the picture

i represent
the contrast and context

no
one
is
looking for

( says
  my
  ego
  sadly )

~

just another meat puppet

dancing 
strings
pulling
at his arm
at his hand
at his pen
scribing
words
like
spiders legs
in 
a 
small lined
spiral bound
scribble pad

in a stop and start coffee dream

from thompson-morgan.com

CENSORSED

tuesday
noon

is there ever a deader time to be ?

i
stretch
out
on
my
parents sofa 

memories blanked out

censorsored by medicine markers

pondering
our
soft and inevitable illness
and
how
to
live
in the West
on
two
pounds
a
day

from artlebedev.com