Love In

A poem from 2017

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How does it feel to be detached from the real world pontificating in your ivory tower crucifying yourself with your sense of guilt projecting it onto the Hoi polloi and getting angry when they don't sense the love demanding the borders to be opened to all and sundry when you won't feel the impact in your pristine mansion surrounded by security guards and high walls but what's good for you is scandalous if everyone else wants it

What drab little world is this in your imagination you rich man baby crying ebony and ivory tears no need for greed or hunger on that we have some common ground but do you give it away or just demand and plead that others do it trade not aid beat poverty enforced sharing where's the love in that it breeds only resentment my lovely but if you're the starving one getting bread you likely don't care whether you toiled for it or was handed out charity dignity I mean are you embarrassed if you're about to die I doubt it

It always amazes me when you rich man baby say possessions are a bad thing cos you ain't done bad by it and I don't see you rushing to give all yours away before getting a bullet in the head or drowning intoxication blood bath or overdosing too late doctor's prescription he's going to be in big trouble come the autopsy but then it's not your possessions that are bad it's everyone selfish else's the world mourns not what you became what you were in your super hay day

You envy the faith and peace you don't see the good you just accentuate the violence like the extremist is the everything and oh all adherents must be evil not contributing to society saving us billions preventing collapse no-one else is going to do it your utopia will crash we all sit at home playing Candy Crush and watching TV demanding where's my dinner and shopping we must have the latest fashion we must destroy those who beat us to the sales this is more noble than hands knees prays devotion

Thou shalt not murder I give you that sitting in bed no need to wake up just fester in sores getting fatter growing a long beard purposeless withered life asinine childlike deception valium lite brain emotional lobotomy sad sad sad you used to have such energy withered heart you are your own little rooftop island king conquered what sort of comatose are you now fantasy world you really think this is a better way to live all in white devoid of colour?