4. Factory Fodder
Although the bright sun touches my skin & the tiny paper flowers
are shivering all around me, all over the world -
my insides feel like twisted up industrial materials & when they are
removed I will be empty. I cannot express myself.
My mind is dull from junk food & a lack of education. I am a shit-kicker
filled up with industrial waste. I am missing out on something.
But I don't know what else there is.
A feeling I can't shake. Even if I won lotto.
Could money make a difference to the life I've had?
My mouth watering for paper & the coloured paints,
I paint my portrait with blood & sweat.
My starvation for music & books, the latest preferably & my far off
dreams of travel are over. Life means nothing to me. |
