Man

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

raped landscape.

And what? I waste days of life unlived sat alone

staring at a light filled screen of colour

supposedly embracing the wonders of 21^st century

man.

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.