High Poos
They aren't haikus, spiritually speaking. So I invented a "grime style" poetic hybrid based on their metaphysical and ethical contention, that it is good to "keep it real".
Extremely eloquent ways of saying virtually nothing beyond the obvious, that we are, sooner or later, doomed.
Nowadays, people
are fucked up enough to buy
tickets to see Bros.
Instead of leaving work
When there’s fuck all to do,
People stand about.
We are all quite shit
Really. When you think about
What you are doing.
The homeless never
Come up to me and ask me
For a fucking home.
I am now so bored
I’m thinking about mailing
My shit to Chegwin.
There is so much junk
Now, people spend their money
To get rid of it.
Life isn’t getting
Better, and qualifier’s,
At this stage, won't help.
