Another day
That started
Too early
And ended
Too late
Another 24
Closer to
The ultimate
Fate
Another open-
Eyed opossum
Dead in the road
As the procession
Of scum
Drives by
Another punk
With nothing
Better to do than
Throw M80s
At frogs and
Other buddhas
Too enlightened
Now to ever
Come back
Another high
School teacher
And her class
Disecting some
Defenseless
Peaceful creature
Or other
Another splitting
Skull ache
And aching back
As the carnival
Of ugly pain
Sets it’s tents
And bloody
Banners
Ever higher
Into the sky
Long empty
Of gods and
Goddesses
Who might
Be willing
Or able
To supply
A reason why
So sling me
Another
Over this bar
As the sad,
Ageing,
And less-than-
Stellar girls
Dance. Some
Had the magic
Healing power
Once upon a
Time but
Wasted it
On the
Cruel and
Worthless.
Knowing
That helps
Me curb my
Natural sense
Of sympathy
So I’m not
Tempted to
Tip them
Too much
— FB
