The road

The road we are heading down
is a totalitarian nightmare
homeless being less well treated than a stray dog
polluted rivers and dreams smog covers the sky
as we are born into slavery and die
no accountability from our governments
the poor and disabled laments
as we fall into the garbage of the present tense
we are human don’t you know we were all born this way
the love in hearts falling through the hour glass
cast in the depths of hell
the rich get richer we are no deeper than the graves
we fall into
the sins of our generations will be remembered
as our bodies our broken and dismembered
for capital gain
trespassing on the lands of shame
we are guilt ridden if we don’t fight back
we might as well draw back
the smoke from a crack pipe
and die masking our pain
we are human we are all born with a brain
and a soul
but money has us under the Kosh
and we are squashed.

It’s snow joke ❄️☃️

It’s snow joke
when the busses stop
when you’re snowed under
when the beast from the east
has stopped your feast
cause Tesco shelves are stripped bare
and your sat in bed in a coat
cause your heating is broke
and your water pipes are frozen
and your route to work is closed
trains are stationary
and you have a feeling this should of happened in January
instead of March and it’s scary
snowball fights and snowmen are the only things you can do
and wellingtons boots are the new correct shoes
but you’ve got a Birthday party to get to on foot
oh shoot you might say
Let’s pray the snow goes away soon
or there might be a snowball riot
Nobody will keep quiet about them doing it better in other countries
but I suppose its not a surprise for them for it to fall so heavily.