Sometimes you just feel numb.
In this barrel of shit.
It’s a joke that we keep laughing. Staring into disdain.
Sometimes you hold on, often you don’t. You loosen your grip.
There is no other way. No decision.
Taste the bitterness in the air. It cuts deeper. Just a little more.
You bitch, and you moan. For reason.
Nothing’s good in this barrel. No good will come of it.
No escape sold by the celluloid demigods’ mediocrity is worth waiting for.
No birds in the skies. No birds. Its’ all they ask.
Desolation descends through our screens from their once peaceful skies.
Lies spin out of lies hidden in shit. Whilst children die.
How much more can we take? We’re only watching.
Whilst they live it.
We get to turn the screen off and down a beer.
They tremble through the night.
No birds in the sky. It’s all they ask.
Foreign birds fly taking it all away.