Stuck in a rutt
like an unwalked mutt
with a tv box and a wifi blanket
Caught in a place
with no stirling to waste
No place I’d rather visit
Settled in my ways
with kids strapped to computer days
Knocks at doors rejected
Not my fault
which I’ve heard before
but I thoroughly believe it
as they are simply nuts
Big people with kids brains
swarm the street again
mental health at all time scare
as the world from here does not seem fair
Its only this cold season I hope
The season of cope
If I was single I’d elope
But BBC will distract my neurones in a buzzing brain
Watched all the films
heard all the tunes
read all the books
Played all the games
Now back to reality
it still smells of insanity
but with everyone wishing on celebrities
My search is for clarity
It comes in a bottle though
which isn’t sold online
so I’m searching away from screens
desperate for the lifeline
Fight for it
thats all was asked
Build your backbone
or float like a blown away weed
Settled is no life for me
Stand with whoever wants to fight for the family
if you fight for truth, the lies & spies crumble
if you stroke your apathy, the lies and spies double!
Its coming, I promise
from where? God only knows
But for now its thursday
reruns of I.T. Crowd!