Category: Poems

I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

The plastic packed world that now I see
Delights with mediocrity:
My office, my car, my people, my house.
The blinkers are lifted from my eyes.
At my feet now lies a world
Full of possible profits.

Cause I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

I saw my soul on TV
Worn next to a heart on a sleeve,
Protesting for some worthy cause,
Getting shot by stun grenades.
And as he was dragged away by the hair,
His bloody face stared out in pity at me.
Bloody fool,
Should’ve known
Nothing good comes cheap.
Now it’s his life messed up, whilst I live out the American dream.

Cause I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
Broken in more ways than you can see.

The seas I see are emerald green.
The skies I touch, with fire, burn for me.
The cities that wall you in
Hold me and protect me, like a second skin.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
Broken in more ways than you can see.

The dreams in my head scream to be free,
Gnashing, gnawing at the core of me.
Rip down the walls and see
There’s something at the core of me.

People stare
But not in wonder,
Dissolving me with mediocrity.

Not going to live your way.
Not going to live your way.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
But caged like you I’ll never be.

The seas you see through bars.
The sky you never dream to touch.
In your mind you are locked in.
Feel safe knowing life is predetermined.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
But fixed like you I never want to be.

I’m going to make this look interesting,
I’m going to make this look cool.
Ok, no, I’m not.
It’s unpleasant, but it is true:
It is important that you learn at school.

Learn truth from lies
Whilst trying not to mind
You’re feeding the murder machine.
Else you might just be,
Complicit to the ignominy
Of dead bodies in the street.
Some mother’s son
Left to rot whilst you move on.
But you’re wearing your gown now.

Now its not just poverty of thought.
Out in the wild world,
Poverty of belly kills just as quick.
They gave you credit when credit was new,
But they want it back,
And I need a whole new wardrobe now.

Junk food for the brain;
That’s what it’s all about.
Natural born filler
To stop you from wondering
How come you’re part of the machine now.
Just a couple more years
Then you’ll do what you want.
You’ll do more good than you ever harmed.
But baby needs a bottle
And houses, they don’t come cheap.

I wish I could sing
Of all the many things
That would be more palatable in song.
Or, at least, turn the lights low and strum along.
I’d make you feel the way I feel now.

The light is alluring.
It tells you right from wrong.
But it just glows because you want a glow.
That gentle, rough lie sets it all alight,
But it is just a con.
I’m sorry, but it is wrong.
The temptation was too strong,
You listened but you didn’t hear:
Learn truth from lies
Whilst trying not to mind
You’re feeding the murder machine.

You are my soldier, baby,
Be you hero or psychopath.
You are my soldier, baby.
I point the gun and tell you who to shoot.

There is no glory, baby.
You’re just my hired thug.
There is no shame, baby.
We all need to get paid.

I feel no guilt, baby,
For all the people that you kill.
I feel no guilt, baby,
When you come home under a flag.

The bullet tears through flesh.
The explosion rips to shreds.
The fire burns it all away.
I am naked, but I’m not afraid.
I am wrapped up safe and warm
At home in my bed.

You are my soldier, baby.
I don’t want to know your name.
You are my soldier, baby.
I’ve never been in a fight.

I’ll buy a poppy, baby.
I think I know what it means.
I’ll get all misty, baby,
As the troops march by.

Protect this land of mine, baby.
Defend this hallowed ground.
Kill the innocent, baby.
It will all be sanitised for TV.

The garden, it is nice and neat.
The living room smells of paint.
Meat is grown in polystyrene packs,
And cotton turns itself into clothes.
War is something that happens far away.
I’m not culpable for what you do.

You are my soldier, baby.
I pay your wage and your pension too.
You are my soldier, baby.
My vote determines who you shoot.

Told since I was very young
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair,
I can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.

There’s a widening health divide
And two tier eduction,
And just in case you make it through,
We’ll saddle you with such debt.

But
Don’t grumble. Don’t moan.
Just look at those below,
And with a smug grin,
You tell them
What you know:

That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair,
You can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.

And, please remember,
You’ve got more to lose than you could ever win:
Wide screen colour TV and home cinema system,
A nice house (bought or just improved).

But it’s everyone one who pays the price,
Not just those that you exploit.
Conservatism grips your heart as you forfeit true freedom.
The world has lost you, you’ll never know what you could’ve been.
Life’s a game, you can’t win if you don’t play:
Never satisfied, never complacent, never content with what you have got.
Somewhere this got lost.
You’ve broken the goals and torched the living grass.
The pitch has been developed, and no one has seen the ref in years.
The game has been suspended;
You congratulate your guile,
Sit down and enjoy the comfort,
Smile.
And, in case anyone questions why they should live this way,
Make sure they’re told since they are very young

That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.
You can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.

Another shattered memory:
More scars on my arm,
Blood stains on the carpet,
Glass embedded in my hand.
The dull ache of forgiveness;
The endless march of regret.
Forever is a lie.
Reckless optimism, my reply.

Shock stops the pain;
Fear clots the blood.
Adrenaline tires me.
I’ll sleep in my sweat.

Wellness is a sickness,
An organic holistic wet dream.
It’s all we have left:
You can’t cure the patient
Because you don’t own the patent.

Alien immigrant stretch
Worsening your familiar letch.
Intelligence recession,
Rhetoric abuse:
Perfection is uniform,
Perfection is safe,
Perfection is easy.
Perfection is mass produced and plastic packed.

Route round it.
Slice it away.
This is evolution not nuclear erosion.
Progress is nothing to fear.

These things pulling at my head,
Tearing at my heart
Confuse and dishearten me.
These things without names,
These things without form
Dizzy and then leave me alone,
Alone with everyone around me,
Alone
Pulling hair, pushing teeth,
Wrapping in clothes,
Making pretty,
Making nice.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
There must be people out there,
Not just dull machines
Pre-programmed what to think,
Steered by media remote control.
It is just a noise to me,
Your infatuation: a sad mystery.
Every word I say is a lie.
Every word is a goodbye.
The novelty is lost on me.
The end: a childish fantasy.

You’re dirty, but I like it.
Can you feel it? I’m coming.
I can see you. I can see you.
Full of blood, so much blood
Sent straight to my head, straight to you.

Oh god, I need you, forever, for this moment.
Can you feel it? I’m coming.
Holding on cause guilt follows,
But right now, we are beautiful.

Sweating and wild, no control: I am abandoned, I am free,
There is no one I would rather be.
Can you feel it? I’m coming.
I’m not breathing; I don’t need to.
My heart is pounding.
This is all I ever want to be.
Can you see me? Can you see me?

Find something to hold on to.
Deeper and deeper.
You’re screaming; I’m screaming.
We can feel it. We’re coming.

Can’t get closer, but we need to.
Want to hold it, but I’m afraid to.
Let it flow over me, over you.
Hold me for the moment.
Let me go; you remind me
It’s now just a fading memory of how good life can be.

Pain: my beautiful friend.
I’ll never wake alone again.
A caffeine bomb to kick-start my heart,
A shot or two to make it all alright.
I cover you and hold you;
I smile when I walk.
Music paints my mind
And tags my memories.
I need a tactile pushing
Whilst I am tasting death.
Poison my poison, my dear,
Whilst I dress to impress.
My impersonation of a person
You ill-advisably do bless.

Smell my fingers,
Taste my blood
Whilst a sobering thought vibrates my leg:
No hope springs eternal
When you are falling fast;
All there is is the promise
Of a crashing break of bone.

From the bottom of my pit,
I hear you calling for the blood of some unknown enemy,
But all the adrenaline does is tire me
And darken once bright skies,
So let me take your hand my dear
And dance the day away
Then curl up with me salted
And fired with feet of clay.
Through the night I’ll hold you,
And at break of dawn,
I’ll wake up, not alone, but with my pain.

I can’t remember how it starts.
Close my eyes; join the dance.
All those books, all that art,
Were warnings not some fucked up dot to dot.

The green man says go go go.
Everything bollocksed.
In my head, success is tied to making money.
It is easier not to be good.
Judge your life not by your own standards
But by how many possessions you’ve got.

Words pour like water,
Much thinner than blood.
Try to remember what is honest.
Try to remember what is honest.
False flattery covers nothing,
But you are not allowed to be true.
You can’t just say I love you,
Much less, I really really want to fuck you.
There has to be all this careful planning,
Stupid games and romance and stuff.
We can’t just mate like lions on the Savannah’s grass.
People like pretence;
Any excuse not to look into the abyss.
A hand to hold,
A face to blame.
What is it that you want me to say?

Adrenaline junkie whore,
Anything as long as it’s a cheap thrill.
Experinence as much as you can,
As long as it’s prepackaged and perfectly safe.
Lick the lid of life,
As long as someone else has worked out the expiration date.

This buzz ringing in my ears,
This jealousy stealing at my soul.
I wish I could love the world you see.
I wish I could fit and be happy.
Dreaming of a needle pricked death,
Everything screaming,
Bouncing off a car bonnet,
Smashed to pieces by a train,
Choked and drowned and left to die:
All light gone from once innocent eyes.
A purple blossom of pain.
People remembering for a time then no more.
Everything gone.
A watcher seeing no more than before.
Starting is hard, but ending is harder.
Just because.