Gently Choking Nooses

All I see is a sea of gently choking nooses,

I loosen the stone in my suffocating throat

And note the tone of conformity, forming around me.

Dying eyes hide political lies as these

Drones carry on meaninglessly,

Cleaning their gleaming teeth with debt and dirty money.

This is all so fucking boring!

At the core of it, you’re humans who

Have let your inner child die away

And now you try and form meaning by the daily assimilate

Don’t tell me you love your life when your waistline grows and grows,

Don’t tell me you’re happy to be promoted to deputy so-and-so

I know the truth, the fruit of life now rotten, decomposing,

I suppose you think success means posing with the president,

Accumulating so much shit, you dont’ value what you’ve spent,

Your morals as disposable as your floral office arrangements

And you clock in clock out every day,

Praising such corporate derangement.

Did any single one of you wish for this as a kid?

Did you wake up one day,

Rubt hose eyelids and say,

I want the highest office in Sydney!

I want to earn half a mil a year,

I want to self-medicate on whiskey and fear

I want peers of smarmy lawyers and board members far and near

I want 18 hour days filled with contracts and staff lay offs,

I want grey hair, a smokers cough,

A double chin and a bald spot,

I want failing health at thirty five,

And cynicisms welcome knock,

I welcome the death of dreams and hope,

Creation’s  joke for us mature folk,

I want to stop believing in miracles,

Santa Claus a distant memory

What happened to hide and seek?

Imagination’s ambitious peak,

I can’t understand this no man’s land

Of a life half lived, you freaks

Do any of you dream,

Do you paint or write or sing,

Or do you waste your life away,

Forgetting the child of your dead yesterday?