The Earths Core

 

I am sat in front of its secret eye,

And I wanna kick fuck out of it,

It watches everything I do,

I pick my nose in front of it,

Wack off,

Swear,

Drink

Bite my nails

And pick my scabby scalp,

     It looks at me with pleasure,

For it seeks only the demeaning

Of my being,

And I find nowadays

My dick is cold,

My mind colder still,

And my heart,

Ripped from my torso

By an intrusive eye

That will never,

Understand this human,

This impoverished being

Drip fed benefits and pensions

From the country that I served,

     And I feel for all those currently

On operational tours,

For only the few will gain

Rule Britannia’s praise –

The rest,

Sectioned off like cattle

No longer needed and waiting

Patiently a cull,

A cull for a dull

 Life on disability,

Where there be no medals

For the carnage of the mind.

 

 

Michael J Waite 22nd March 2014