Ignore This Message

Ignore the body hanging from the rope,

You’ve got endless boxsets to watch.

Whenever, wherever you want.

Ignore the child’s limb on the hospital floor as they drop another one on the school next door.

You’ve got credit to spend on a car that’ll look perfect in that other world; behind the phone screen.

Ignore the scarred arms of teenage angst, lost in a world with no leaders.

You’ve got king size pizzas and bags of endorphins bigger than your living room to hold back time.

Ignore the fanatic converting for freedom from freedom, aiming his vest at your hometown memorial.

You’ve got pubs and clubs and buckets of booze to sodden your soul out of wondering.

Ignore the baby bedded down for the night on a cardboard cot, full of bites and bitterness, passed down by generations of piss poor prospects, pissed on by suits as they keep passing by.

You’ve got a like for that car, and a burger flown by drone to your door, whilst you wank yourself to death over porn aimed at degenerates, and a bet coming in on the contender you always thought you’d be, not to mention the job.

Not to mention your commitments.

Not to mention your routine.

Not to mention your roots.

Not to mention you.

The cloud of I.

Floating high, above it all.

For we not one.

For you not I.

For all that is, is animalistic pride,

The all seeing eye,

Is focused on I.

Times up.

Say goodbye.

Oh wait,

Ignore this message.

For you’ve got a notification in that other app.

Happiness is waiting there, in just a tap.

Hide this post if you don’t agree.

Shout to the rooftops if we do agree.

Forgive me for my ministry.

But forgive not us.

Move forward.

The way is all around.

Hear it from every pore of this beaten old world.

And not ignore her tears.

She is older than all of this automation and rhyme.

Listen as she howls.