You follow the path of youth

You follow the path of youth
That leads you to a brick wall
On the other side is the monolith of man
The monolith of mankind grown tall
Where buttercups grow thorns
And daises grow little white stingers
Where the lawnmowers trim the grass
And women cheer the soldiers

You follow the path of youth
Until rigour mortis sets in
When kisses become insurance claims
And universities prune your limbs
Look at you now – so mechanised
Look at you, so poltergeisted
Making removal men move your stuff
Into the forest of life

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s