Caus-Tic (Part II)

Stashed down deep

in the bowels of my mind

memories ooze,

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seep,

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trickle,

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disturb this sunny day

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And so it starts again,

this daily chore of pretence

as i leap and bound and cad:

A puppet show of joy

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Yet closer still i sense a fissure

spreading through my soul

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Its dam will burst.  A tsunami

smothering

my smile.

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The strings will sag

as on bended knees

I crumble,

crying,

completely spent.

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Look to your right

Such freedom given

Civilisation

democratised

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A century of progression

crammed into a decade

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Unprepared, evolution

takes longer

so no surprise

when the fascist volcano

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                Erupts

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Spewing white-hot Racist

Homophobic lava

Acidic Ignorance falls

On our liberal cheek.

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Crossed Wires

Intonations hard pressed
to understand,
realise, compromise
when we deny
emotions in a voice
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Of the words that tumble forth
comments unthought, unplanned
We misunderstand
our fellow man
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Slash across the chest
words said in jest
Sting of a thousand bees
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Bullet to the kneecaps
banter for the masses
Carrion birds on a living calf
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What people say
What people mean
What people hear
What people feel
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Ennui

From sitting still

and waiting

waiting

.

waiting for a task,

an errand to cure this tedium.

.

As seconds drip like hours,

dream of staying in bed,

living on forty quid a week

.

but then numbness

Jeremy Kyle related

would

set in.

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Customer Service

Control of this situation

is not in my hands sir.

I believe you need to take

a left up that corridor

and get fucked.

.

Ah, you have a problem?

You can’t log into your account?

Well I never sir, just bear with me,

I need a large box of tissues –

your tale is weep-worthy.

.

You can call me all the names

under the sun sir,

and any you find under that rock

you crawled from too.

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Yes sir, I do love my job –

As much as you enjoy

a kick in the balls

and account closure.

 

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