A Message From The Mind

I pass bins bloated and stinking

dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor,

I pass the rich, the greed-infested

sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor

I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards

apartments riddled with flies,

out in the distance a stray cat whines

curdled with the sound of a child's cries

I pass drug addicts sneering and leering

arms pock-marked and bruised -

through sex, drugs and addiction

obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused

ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond

to a world way better than our own;

through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains

the stye of sickness has grown

[music blaring formulated and fascist

Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes]

for is it any wonder I rot from inside

doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore?

Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon -

my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore

nineteen years I've waited to be loved

alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects

oh please -

please tell me

I'm not destined to live like these rejects?

["I'm happy... hope you're happy too"]*

*this last line is a lyric from David Bowie's Ashes To Ashes, NOT my own.