Whinging youth
Time went too fast,
And now my nose runs faster than my knees,
And back is my alarm clock.
And now they've had a baby,
And ‘we’re getting married in spring’
And I've not got a suit to my name.
Then your career has stalled,
and you're a newcomer has-been,
and the bars are now closed.
Plus they didn't call back,
And the future is now,
And the phone is still ringing.
Begin
Why do you need someone’s permission to live?
What are you waiting for?
Coat on in a dark hallway,
your phone unbuzzing.
Why are you standing there,
listening to a party you should join?
Hoping the door might open
on someone you know.
Live without permission,
and die without regret.
Idol Hands
We build god in our desires,
one muttered request,
one carved likeness,
constructing a mirror of heresy,
to which we plead.
Work
Nobody will remember you stayed the night,
but you’ll remember when you got home.
Money
A tick,
a constant tick,
the numbers are down,
not rising up.
Tensing,
a cracking temper,
the numbers are down,
and dragging me down.
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