Futures Thoughts

I look at the world and think;

Do I want to turn the wheel,

Or plough and work the soil,

Or simply sit and hammer steel,

I could fight or flee or toil,

Yet all I think to do is think.

But why do I fill my mind?

Why do I blister my hand?

Where is The answer I can never find?

Then consider the folly of thinking,

We are caught in a system,

I’m trapped and I’m sinking,

That wheel is being turned,

I can hear the steel clinking.

My mind has grown roots

In the very soil that I have dug,

Security, comfort, warmth,

Daily grind is a welcome hug.

I need to break free,

To step into the torrent,

To open my eyes and see.

I know I could fall,

But I could climb so high,

I won’t be dead and buried,

Before the day I die.

So I look at my life and think,

The steel will always clink,

The wheel will always turn,

But the fire that is my life,

Will someday cease to burn.

 

I want to live and love and learn and lust,

I want to toil and turn and teach and trust.

 

All this because I think,

And so I must.

Spiders in the Coffee

Spiders in the Coffee

Message in the apathy

Feed it to the inlaws

Gonna get her pregnant

Child labour chores

Clean the fucking spiders

Where’s the coffee bean?

Tainted by the spiders

Dirty thieving bastards

Stealing all the money

Need to feed my children

Spiders in the coffee.