I was only little attempting to live as a child
attempting to learn yet I felt as nothing
the discardable expendible waste of teacher's time
I was only trying they looked past me
toward the automatics
Big grey halls where no warmth could accumulate
threats and pressure were to make us
into people of value
the holes inside their hearts
and behind their eyes
for they didn't see me in the apple
just the browning edge insect injected
wanting needing coming up short
squalid stench ridden begger
hear me croak for my lunch
recite the meaningless lines
the ones that fade from memory as certain as tomorrow
have they succeeded in boring a hole into me
leaving me hollow in the heart and behind the eyes
their one million quips
My desire to know the world no less destroyed
my desire to know what it is made of
getting gumboot muddy in the swamps
sunstroke in the deserts and bewitched in the forests
How I'd like to come back and put you in a bottle
observe you, stick a label
and leave you on the mantel
Of some derelict grey museum
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