This month - a poem. I've not done one in a while - topical, reflective or humorous - and it occurred to me that considering the previous post there'd be - if incomplete, at least sufficient context.
OUTSIDE
On the outside I remained
Perceiving those contained
Legitimacy feigned
Truth strangled cold constrained
Expression ever reigned
In
From the outside I observe
Absence of verve
Survive dodge swerve
The good lose their nerve
From the fight they always curve
Away
Yes it’s strange out here
But it’s painfully clear
The front’s the same as the rear
The driver – always fear
No 5th gear to
Escape
This dreary gilded age
Of complicity not rage
Lives made of beige
The self constructed cage
Your soul for a wage
Slip
All-new pay-to-die
Pretty vapes your lungs fry
Mine the earth pollute the sky
Accept some Netanyahu lie
The end is nigh
Not just an old guy with a cardboard placard
So why not chuck it all away
And come outside
With me...