Working for a living
is not always an ordeal
At least it brings some income
Whilst tempering your zeal
Education is a gateway
To allow consideration
One gains a broad experience
Enhancing innovation
Experience brings up other gifts
To unburden one-way choices
Allowing freedom from fixation
Facing up to other voices
He’d got a car for Christmas
He couldn’t wait to have a spin
Revving up outside our house
It created quite a din
In seconds he had taken off
Never looked behind
Road grit ticked our windows
In the fading distance whined
All alone with his adrenaline
In the moments of last minutes
He took the bend and flipped away
Outside the city limits
Sitting in among my aspects
Seeking where I could be found
Standing in a pub somewhere
Cogitating who’s next round
Springtime is still too far away
It’s not my favourite time of year
Or standing there indifferently
Planning nothing else but beer
Apologise, When taking early leave
Devoid of pangs of guilt
Drawing down my glass full
Returning to my quilt
Well, what a mess to start with
The shabby year of twenty-five
An ego-fest of bully brutes
Whose limitations can we thrive
It is the age of cruel dystopia
Where the lethal die is cast
The greedy grab of everything
In summary, gain has passed
Obliteration is a positive thing
To confound the slavering beasts
Who cast their nets salaciously
In a final fling of fatal feasts
