“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Submitted to Writer’s Workshop Prompts – honest
Here comes the hard lad
He pretends he’s really bad
Smoking shit and drinking gin
Hey boy, where’ve you been
This world is built for losers
And beggars can’t be choosers
If you choose to beg at my feet
I’ll give you my fist to eat
There goes the hard lad
He makes me really sad
Try to forget it
Try not to regret it
Try to remember the happy times
Try to forget the bad lines
Try to remember what good you did
Try to forget what you hid
Try to remember to stay alive
Try to forget and try to survive
A monument of historic relevance
Archeologist boasting intelligence
Will someone dig me up in ten million years?
Will someone try to find my hopes and fears?
From the fossil I’ve become
A monument to no one
Tread up
Led up
Fed up
Led on
Fed on
Bled on
Watch the grass grow
On the garden path
Something I’ll never know
Why you led me
Up, up, up, up…..
Our monarchy
Our democracy
Our despondency
Our reality
Fuelled by fools
For a crown of jewels
Plug me in
To your magazines
Plug me in
To your fantasies
Plug me in
To your future dreams
Plug me in
And turn me on
Plug me in
To your hating
Plug me in
To your scathing
Plug me in
To your waiting
Plug me in
And turn me off
Someone you met long ago
Could have been a friend or foe
You don’t know what to do
Now the old ghosts have come to haunt you
Got in trouble with the law
Just like the times before
They’ve got my name
It couldn’t last
Bad news travels fast
