4.30. am. and no prunie porridge.

i lied in bed for an age,
for as long as my body,
screaming with aches and pains could tolerate.
probably as much to do with our bed,
and how we feel,mentally,
as actual physical well being.

anyway,
i tried to get into the daily mail.
and the story of the day.
those rioting students,
a clever lot aren't they,
a reallly well rounded,
balanced crop of individuals.

wish i could stay here,
in my bunker,forever.
and never venture out,
ever again.
people,society,life,
what a dirty,rotten,seething, mess.

and all i've got,
is that little pink piece of paper,
six numbers,
and the faintest possible,
wisp of a dream.

my only way out,
of this soul destroying numbness,
that we call life.
i had another eureka moment last week,
it's gone now.

why me?
why do i think so much?
feel so much,
ponder,and question,
that which defies logic and reasoning,
things that cannot be answered,
things that will always be,
nothing more than an ocean of uncertainty?

where we all toss our little paper boats,
of hopes and dreams,
dreads and fears,only to see them smashed,
and wrecked,
laid bare,and exposed to the,
cruel'cruel elements of society,
upon the rocks of avarice.

can't you just see all those?
beaky caricature faces,
booming down from above,
mocking,taunting,
pouring out their,
bitterness, spite,
sheer hate and resentment,
for anything and everything,
anybody and everybody.

peace?
love?
tolerance?
ahhhhhhhh'ha'ha.
they slobber and sneer.
and you know what?
they are winning.
they are just too many.
too strong.

it's over for the good guys.
so get out there,
grab whatever you can,
whether you need it or not.
and if you should inadvertantly,
wreak havoc on the life of a fellow human being,
well that's a bonus,
serves 'em right for,,,,,,
well,,,,,,,
oh don't even think about it,
just do it.



what a dirty stinking mess.