I drink a fuck load
of water, I use my over-priced
gym membership and I use a bike and my own two feet
to get around this concrete
And what? I waste days of life unlived sat alone
staring at a light filled screen of colour
supposedly embracing the wonders of 21st century
Man that made life
so fucking easy
that we began to eat ourselves to death.
I can’t help but question
why I should carry my aching awaiting remains to another session
of talking to an unlikable bore, employed by the man, paid to listen to my shit,
for the good of man.
Man that made
information, music and our favourite passive media available on tap.
Eat a fuck tonne
of meat, only a fiver, half price.
Watch some piss porn, a man and a girl, a man and four girls, a college orgy.
You’ll never watch it all
because there isn’t enough time.
I’ve eaten my steak and already had a wank over your tits. I’m out of this concrete box.
Pour some distilled down me.
“How strong can you make it mate? Alright, I’ll have two and down ‘em.”
A tenner and four shots, I go
for a smoke, I sniff a line, I sniff some fucking more, what is this shit? It doesn’t fucking matter ‘cos it’s better than the fucking water.