Life

Laying back, staring up at the clear blue summer sky,
Laughing and smiling
the long summer grass,
secretly enclosing your first kiss,
your first touch of female skin,
your first crush, first love,
and your first broken heart.
Then fast forward….

Start taking exams, lectures,
courses you don’t need.
x=y?
'Study Hard'
'Study harder!'
'Do your best', no, 'Do better!'.
Now get a job,
Buy a suit and tie,
the corporate noose hanging around your neck.
Go for an interview.
Be yourself,
If that doesn’t work be someone else,
and if that doesn’t work, lie.
And lie some more.
So find a woman and
make her believe in you.
Tell her lies,
small insignificant white coloured ones.
Drink yourself stupid,
take drugs,
take a risk.
Fuck anything after 10 pints,
blank minds and nights danced away in dark clubs
and darker corners.
Tripping then staggering,
she takes you home,
out of your tree,
out of your mind,
out of love and desperation.
Falling into her arms
falling into bed,
falling inside her,
then falling in love,
Falling for 'The One'.
Eat, drink and think her.
Let her swallow you whole,
every last piece of your soul.
Worship her like you'd worship a God you'd believe in,
like a God you want to believe in.
Then smell her,
touch her,
Remember how she walks,
How she talks,
How she breathes as she lays beside you.
Watch her sleep.
Remember how she touches you and
how you thought it was the truth when you uttered,
'I Love You'.
Stay in, go out,
be together,
joined at the hip.
Forget your friends,
and ignore your family.
Then when you run out of things to say try:
'Will you marry me?'
Twelve months of dresses, churches, paige boys, alter boys,
best men, worst men, flowers, speeches, and a last stag night fuck.
Till death us do part?
'I do'
Lie again.
'I now pronounce you man and wife'
Now buy a house,
a mortgage,
and keep that shitty job you don’t like.
A 40-year prison sentence shuffling papers for some rich prick.
9 while 5,
Eat, sleep, drink and shit.
Find you’ve got nothing left to say to each other and argue.
Need more money?
Get another job,
a better job,
tell more lies,
buy a better suit.
Talk less and argue over money,
Fuck sex.
Work harder, work longer.
Office parties,
Christmas parties,
sex with the girl from accounts.
A ripped shirt,
torn blouse,
lipstick on your collar,
guilt on your lips,
her dress high around stocking clad thighs,
underwear stretched and twisted,
alcohol fuelled sex,
pressed together in desperation.
Then a wave of truth amongst a sea of lies,
'I wanted you to fuck me', she moans.
Now look in her in the eyes and remember your wedding vows,
'I do' ?
Do you fuck.
So fuck her.
get another wife,
another life.
Sleep in late on Sundays,
clean the car,
cut the grass,
read the Sunday papers,
and forget about those
Lying politicians, cheating wives and husbands, Drugs, Wars, Murder One, Murder Two, Prison, Death, Rape, Lies and thanks god for Justice?
Alcoholics, chocoholics, fuckoholics.
Drugged up popstars, moaning soapstars, cheating filmstars.
They’ve got it tough.
Cars, pollution, holes in the o-zone layer, recycle this, recycle that. More death, less marriage. Funerals, divorce, broken homes, broken children, broken lives.
Football scores, scoring with whores, chemicals in the water, homeless people and genetically engineered food.
Take a sip of bottled water while Africa drowns in its own thirst.
Taste good?
Sit back and judge everyone and anyone.
Turn the page.
Car crashes,
Plane crashes,
Train crashes.
Die from cancer, cigarettes, heroin, alcohol, overdoses, Aids, Ebola,
too much vitamin A, vitamin B, too much red meat, not enough red meat, mad cows, dead cows and fat cows.
Too much of this
too much of that.
It all kills you in the end.
Feeling down?
Then go buy a new car, a faster car, a redder car, a better car. A new video, tv, hi-fi, tables & chairs, cookers, computers, irons, washing machines, radios.
It all makes you a better person.
It must be true,
the adverts say so.
Flick the channel over and listen to the politicians:
'Vote for ME not Him!'
'He's the liar!',
'No HE'S the liar'.
Fuck it we're all living one big lie.
Stick your cross in the box,
sit back and watch whilst nothing changes.
The rich get richer,
and the poor scramble over what everyone else has left behind.
Now there's a crime!
Police, Stop!
Want children?
Have children.
Blue eyes, blonde hair, the perfect child.
If you don’t want it, abort it.
What’s life got to do with it?
Bring it up, teach it right from wrong.
Teach it everything you’ve been taught.
Lie to it without realising,
Teach it all your prejudices and
leave the truth behind.
Clothe it,
Feed it,
Mould it,
send it to school.
'Study Hard',
'Study Harder',
'Do your best',
NO!
'Do Better!'
'And don’t do drugs, they’ll kill you'
Hear but don’t listen.
Carry on working until they find no use for you,
now fuck off and die.
Become old and
lose the fire,
lose the fight,
And if it’s possible, care even less.
The government screw you over,
40 years of work so you can sit and waste away.
Rocking chair blues.
Be old,
be bitter.
Sit and mumble, 'What if..', 'If only...' and ‘When I was younger…’
Lose your marbles,
lose your mind.
Be thrown in a home,
a loveless home,
get a visit from a 'loved one'
and forget.
Forget some more,
forget the lies, death, pain, anguish, murder, cheating, deception and then remember....

Laying back staring up at the clear blue summer sky,
Laughing and smiling in the long summer grass,
secretly enclosing your first kiss,
the first touch of female skin,
your first crush, your first love
and your first broken heart.
Then stop.

Forever.

A *cough* optimistic little ditty originally written way back in the foul year of our lord, 2000.