Wednesday 17 December 2014

PLUG DRAIN

we circle round this plug drain of a place
a drug plain
of wasted men,
painful try hards
and hard boy die hards
lard drips from kebabs
onto our dead scene
every man keeping to himself
for fear of being exposed
as a real human being

when you've seen this,
is there any going back?
to the future, maybe
hoverboards and lost footballs
kicked by the bigger boys
away from our tiny hands
these tiny dancers
given the chance
to kill
or be thrilled
by the illness of a group mentality
the sentimentality beaten out of us,
life presented as a game
(not suitable for ages 18 plus)

DON'T PASS GO
don't know too much
and don't question such gods
as TV, tight jeans and that guy with the better ipod than you

because this is what they'll tell you:
put your head down
and your hands up
struggle through anything that makes you different
be depressed but don't talk about it
be undressed but don't walk around with confidence
be impressed but never give a compliment
bend the rules as much as you can to avoid helping others
trouble is something that happens to another person
so keep your hands clean
and your browser history cleaner
be selfish,
not selfless
unless you're stupid
move on the path of least resistance
shoot down anyone with any weakness
like kindness
or shyness
or saying hi, how are you?
to a stranger
and always remember the danger
of thinking for yourself

we circle round this plug drain of a place
a drug plain
of wasted men,
painful try hards
and hard boy die hards
lard drips from kebabs
onto our dead scene
every man keeping to himself
for fear of being exposed
as a real human being

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