Aren't we?
High class my ass
A veneer
That's all it is
Different thicknesses
Undercover libertines
Counterfeit Charlatans
Not everyone, maybe
But the majority
All the worlds a stage
As you like it right
Not everyone, okay.
Yeah, altruism exists
In its anonymity
Even Mother T. supposedly had her hand in the till
Can you believe that
Negligence too, Lawks-a-lordy
One hundred and ninety-five countries
Eight billion people
Seven thousand languages
Forty-two hundred religions
The makings of a show
…and it is, isn't it?
Nuke up
Puke up
Tally ho and away we go
Categories:
thicknesses, humanity,
Form: Free verse
"Freedom is a legless bird who
flies high in shimmering shades
of blue on wings that flash and
flicker in sunlight, pursued by
relentless squadrons of angry
eagles, always much too slow,
stupid creatures of the hot, wet,
heavy thicknesses of air beneath
soaring, streamlined, legless
birds who nest on mountaintops
or the extreme edges of cliffs or
the cold, white tips of towers
and teach their young to fall out
fearlessly and catch the wind on
shining wings, strong with pointed
beaks and eyes sharp to see all
the struggling shapes below all
the infinite light above me."
Categories:
thicknesses, allegory,
Form: Dramatic Monologue