Poem -
Regurgitated
No new material
Just regurgitated shit
It leaves a taste in your throat
Like swallowing your own sick
Spoon fed stale music
I'd rather do without
Radio 1, Amazon and Spotify
Even Apple music's all gowk*
This life's been lived before
Nothing original or legit
Originality is encarserated
Popular music's counterfeit
Ears constantly served
With the same festering dish
Like dockside whores
Pumped full of foul semen...
Stinking of fish!
*Northern English slang for pith of an apple.
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Comments
I always feel that we are living in the past, like a future us discovered time travel, fucked up and is now living back in the past and we are his past, like his shitty painting.
That's a very interesting theory Gerard, a shitting painting indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Much appreciated - Syd
Syd I always feel a bit savvier reading your work. You're a very articulate writer
Thank you so much for your kind comment Lisa. I had thought that the vulgar description at the end of this poem might have put some readers off.
Stay safe - Syd xo