DEPRESSION……

 

DEPRESSION……

There’s nowt round here but wasted opportunities,

two or more pushchairs constitutes community,

“no-one smiles”, the badge of indignity,

the most used queue is the one for electricity

TOKENS

high-rise tenement heart-broken,

yearns for pleasure unspoken,

Daydream Tee-Vee

comfy setee

casualty

accident & emergency

……..SOCIAL CLUB…

..down the “RUB-A-DUB”

DUB AN’ BASS                 Time and place

vanish without trace          in the land of the briefcase

no jobs at the coalface       no room in the ratrace

selling jesus on a pillowcase

while your soul falls from grace

your light vanishes without trace

your brain starts to think…………

poetry can be really depressing

especially when you’re dressing

to go out to dinner

and wishing you were thinner

and wanting to be a winner

so we can have more losers

more unfulfilled consumers

the last thing you want

is a SACRED CLOWN

making you frown

bringing you down

bringing you ROUND

with the SOUND

of your ROUND

AND ROUND

the Mulberry BUSH!!!

 

BUSH?        BUSH?

did somebody say ’

“’BUSH?“

SWOOSH     AMBUSH

Paper money from the bark

“in god we trust”, quite frank

promises the bank

of pyramids

the bank of semi-SOLID

PROMISES

TO THE BEARER

What could be FAIRER?

Are you a SHARER?

or a FAILURE……..

to understand

the PROMISED LAND

was always in our HANDS

till you took it from our care

and made us unaware

that we even owned a share

of this earthly paradise

as you rented us a slice

and told us we were mice

well! isn’t that nice

to be getting advice

from the ministry of PRICE

to suit all pockets

invested in rockets

cash crops for guns

fast food in a bun

truth on the run

beg for the crumbs

from the VAMPIRES

from the VULTURES

who design your

FUTURE

then  sell you HERE&NOW

on an instalment plan

with a final demand

for more prompt payments

for the balance outstanding

bailiffs IMPENDING

more paper lending

PROMISES THE BEARER

there could be quarer

times than this

hit and miss

jug-o-piss

just round the corner

of a windswept

tenement block

could be molten rock

or some porn-stars cock

selling you a CROCK

of something less

than WHOLESOME

of something less

than FREEDOM

Of a product called

EMOTION-INNA-LOTION

MAJIK-POTION-PROMOTION

BRAND-LOYAL-DEVOTION

with nothing to pay

while the tides at bay

BANISHES GREY

and gets in the corners

where others cant reach

on a “holiday-brochure-beach”

with your elektronik LEASH

BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND

like a flag of BELIEF

vanity steals your beauty

like a THIEF

there’s no let up

no RELIEF

JUST TASTE SENSATIONS

AND SPARKLING TEETH

0% FINANCE

and 100% GRIEF