I’ve come to the conclusion
that life is an illusion
and everything doesn’t exist!
There is no God, no heaven and hell
so ‘quit bothering me’, I furiously yell!
Leave me to my footy
my grog and my job
that leave me hollow and sick.
Stuff your words
stuff your prophet, stuff it all, QUICK!
You shove it down my throat
you leave me croak
as I yell obscenities at your stupidness.
Nothing is fixed, nothing is real
and yet, here I sit, screaming at you
continuing on with the life that I choose
that doesn’t consist of annoying, sick people like you!
YOU ARE READING
With open eyes
PoesiaThis is some of the poetry I composed for a class called; Poetry: Making it Strange. During the time I wrote this I was experimenting with form, type and content, but I am fond of these poems and wanted to share them.
