Don't you just love the tories? This week we've had the deputy of the party being offensive again. I think the amount of gravitas they could scrape together would be the opposite of a black hole. The quicker these clowns are out of office the better it will be for the nation, and don't get me started on how the crime minister has sided with the fossil fuel lobby. Planet or profit? Let's see...
Enough. Here's something I've been writing for a couple of weeks. It has grown organically and does not relate to real life, rather like the crime minister...
another race to run
the clock ticks down
distance stretches out
so here I go rounding bends
racing straights to curse
the sequence of coloured lights
that slow me to a stop
release the clutch
to gun the engine
thirty minutes after I arrive
movement is in my blood
my mind inhabits that track
and half an hour from then
you will ask your question
after too long a pause
I shall give you my second answer
the one that took the time to craft
and all that space
the machine ate
springs back into place
I suppose if I had to sum this poem up in a sentence it would be something like how we are the engines of our own destruction. Truth in all aspects of life is essential. We know this but do something else. Perhaps this is the human condition?
I make no apologies for this acoustic version of what for me is the song of the summer. Here's boygenius.
Until next time.
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