Poem 1

Released into the rabbit hole,
Told to aim for the stars,
All without damaging the soul,
More and more its feels like the distant planet of Mars,
Naively living like avatars,
Stuck in a life long hour glass,
Performing with Times guitars,
All whilst becoming world class.

Can we hide the scars,
Separated by class,
Numbly living in local bars,
All whilst becoming world class.

Hundreds of horses in cars,
A jab of happiness,
Burning life like cigars,
Normalising the bizarreness,
Scared to enjoy kindness,
Persuaded to live with average,
Social life sealed in aloneness,
Life enjoyed like a hot beverage.

What is the point in the bluntness,
At war with the suffrage,
Seduced by the darkness,
Life enjoyed like a hot beverage.

Culture is the Sickness,
Cured by exile,
What is this dickheadness,
Life viewed as a profile,
When did we become so fragile,
Advancing on world war three,
Gaining mass whilst mobile,
Barely mounting the tree.

Lies running deeper than the Nile,
Entertained by a degree,
Developed in denial,
Barely mounting the tree.

"Fuck it" covering every square mile,
All living under the same cloud,
No more memories just a hard drive file,
No more English and proud,
Just silent voices shouting out loud,
Powered by pain, provoking, politicians,
Hoping at least their mums proud,
Treating us poorly look at our building conditions.

How has this been allowed,
Taking control over our future ambitions,
Using labels to control the crowed,
Treating us poorly look at our building conditions.

J.M.S