I walked and walked through a life with no virtue
In those days the drums rumbled,
shook me like a bullet; everywhere I looked.
Scandalous trends from cowardice bulls dumping dirt at my door
Is this what we deserve,
for a mess to break and fade our day?
That star magazine, they’re a pick-pocket colony
Those sad and sordid stories just a profit
on the pile. Hooks made up from fractious words
equip the crooks that wait their turn
A walking, talking, self-abased shame,
your unarmed parts belong to me alone
I’d close my eyes
and through the gaps I’d chase your silhouette
The laws we know in disarray; afraid to look ahead
One heavy load to sink the earth in spite whilst running solo
I hope your listening, as then I said it
I want the hurt you soothe on others
Get cut and pulled and stung by leaders with greater mental ability
Now it is tomorrow. Today has burnt
you’re a flammable, night-time, vulnerability.
Illustration Nick Victor