Forlorn Leghorn

The memories that bond us
Are not always found in fondness
And sometimes when we reminisce
It’s the nuisance that we miss
Well look at me now, I am a dullard
Not much to say, not much to ask
Much time has passed and I’m doing the same
Staying indoors playing video games
I’m on a website, I’m watching TV
Dystopian sci-fi live life through a screen
I am numb to the point of no return
I work for this life style with what I earn
One meal a day, eight cups of coffee
One pack of biscuits, one pouch of baccy
One drink after work, one bag of weed
Two choccy B’s, rent, bills, repeat
It sad to think of what I prioritize
When I list what I consume to try and stay alive
When I list the fruits of my labour
When labour is most of my life
Sit and dwell, deconstruct teenage hippy dreams…
And now you dream of wearing a suit to work? you suck!