My Mantra

It's tasteless, all consuming
But the stock market is booming
When I go off on a tangent
And those folks tell me to can it
I've got nails in my backside
I've got wounds that seem to itch
There's no words that can describe
When I seem to rip a stitch
Hopeless boundaries are forgotten
You seem to call the kettle black
Thirty thousand people follow
But you never follow back
My eyes are always sunken
And the days seem like a blur
I'm so tired of youthful clichés
So I tend to write these blurbs
But none of them make sense
Cause the world is under fire
I will lose all patience waiting
For the truth of my desire
There is no money to be made
And why buy the things that I don't need?
I've got a spirit that needs healing
To rid me of this disease

Copyright 2014 © Stephen Gedney