Thursday, August 13, 2009

Random poetry interjected between lame public transport rhetoric

Yep...a 'state the obvious' title.

Apologies peeps, I've been away for a while. Prepaid internet will get you every time you are down and out. Oh well, it's better than signing up to stupid limitless technology like an Iphone plan with...oh yeah I promised myself I wouldn't name people or pick on companies in this blog...

I don't give a fuck (Malades du travail)

It's a curious affliction,
That affects my diction
and reduces me to a puddle of fuck.

I would love to say that I sweat and I toil,
But the reality is I foil
wrap everything in sight.

If it's hidden,
Then I'm smitten
with delusions of peace and calm.

I feel like shrieking and shouting,
I'm alive, I'm here, don't discount me,
But to do so would be to be labelled a freak
and I'm not going back down that road.

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