The Boney King Of Nowhere

Hook, Line And Sinker

Like a fish out of water,

Gasping for air,

He looks about, eyes agape —

Seeing his kind, led to the slaughter;

Into great buildings of colours so alien,

Where screams call out, “Life’s not fair” —

Is this my fate?

Fed to a machine; stars in their stadium,

The apple in their eye,

Rotten to the core, crawling with worms,

I cast my gaze to the sky,

Futile attempts to come to terms,

The fact I’m merely a component —

A piece, a part, a nut and a bolt,

Fresh and new, rusted in a moment,

Is someone to blame? Or is it all my fault? —

He’s a fish out of water,

Gasping for air,

Dealt the final blow,

 An end to his torture.