A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 14/4/17

 

well it looks like

im soon gonna bleed out

have you ever tried to

grow something

and someone pulls the seed out

of the soil

dreams crumple like tin foil

whats the purpose of our repetitive routines

whats the purpose of our fine cuisines

youll shit it out anyway

the rich will continue to exploit

in any way they can

i laugh at the irony

every time im told im the man

i been tweeting wild lately

i probably need a ban

if i hear her name again then

im moving to japan

or at least somewhere out of

this town

because im tired of hearing stories

that spawn from this clown

i told myself id never text back

even if the chips are down

good albums

bad headspace

tears in the sheets

new dressing gown

feeling lost but im not about to

list 13 reasons

i hate how boring life is

Earth needs 13 seasons

and a little more wildlife

and a little less human life

ill be dead before i find a wife

or anyone that cares in fact

i no longer act thinking about

how my peers would react

if i