the hard bullies of soft sanity
wear histories warnings
like a brand
on a tshirt
in the dress-down-century
bornhereism is the skinny jeans
of the finished generation
sulking
sad
empty and wronged
thinking they had no great war of their own
shameless idiocratic wannabe generals
flying a white pig flag
selling out of date hate
and cliched textbook division
to the floppy fringed chadults
the ceos let down
i say dont fret
to the double-0 technology kids
soon the pale boors
will
be
dead
and you can paint a fresh coat of mad
on eternal corporate ruins
~
i am the closest to going mad
i been
since the nights of the eternal gins
and the dawns of van halen
and those
Moments Of Clarity
afterwards
when i lay spaced and stretched
in a 6 AM heaven of manufactured peace
the bird chorus singing
'love me on a stick'
they did i swear
mad today like a man
in a weird dystopian b movie
flawed and faulty but obviously an angel analogy
frantically collecting
mechanical items
from the recent past
and oh so british too
panicking politely
in
a
formal newspaper breakfast
silence
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