Drab wor(l)ds

Don’t read all about it

Not in the newspapers

Well

You can’t trust them anyway

Don’t read the reports

Or the fact checking sites

Nobody

Really knows what’s going to happen

Don’t read any books

No history or analysis

Cause

That’s a waste of time isn’t it

I used to think that thinking

And considering

And trying

Was worth doing

But now I think I’m bleeding

And shivering

And dying

Cause what I am needing

Is not in the papers

Is not online

Is not in books

You know these days I prefer being asleep

Cause sometimes there I can fly

Like in the novels I used to read

About space adventurers and mad-haired inventors

And all those comics and magazines

Which had shiny robots and moon holidays

And talking animals and fun computers

That beeped and booped and said that the future

Would be

Well.

I shouldn’t have read about it

Those comical capers

Did

Lead me far astray

And I wish I was back there

I spose I’m not alone

But

Don’t watch the vox-pops or the news

Because there are no books

To describe the paralysis

Caused

And perpetuated by fuckwits.

Don't read all about it.

Just don't read ever.

If I had my time again
I'd poke my fucking eyes out
Before the possibility of learning
Or trying
Even loomed in the distance.