I am a fork in a world of soup
a scout without a troop
a landline phone in a world of mobiles
a voicemail speed dial
a punchline which is a slow poke
a old bloke surrounded by stylish gits
a thong in a world of bras and tits
Facebook without the pictures
selfies at the right angle
a pen in a tangle
a stranger in a crowd
nuff said not loud
a cuppa tea in world of coffee
a defenceless toffee
in a world of chocolate biscuits
don’t risk it or me
cause i am too different
a black sheep in a world of white
a short skirt in a world of jeans
a nightmare in a world of dreams.
you may look
you may stare
but i am the unknown
you have to find me a home.
Daily Archives: July 7, 2026
I used to be a messenger
I used to be a messenger
Now I am known as vermin or a pest
I used to deliver messages
To battle fields or other countries without a rest
now little children chase me until I fly
abandoned by the system without knowing the reasons why
Technology usurped my position
I was domesticated with precision
but now people view me as a flying rat
they have no use for me
I am redundant
de funked
lost my role
just another useless obsolete creature
in this creature feature film that is life.