expectations of adulthood

You have dried me up in agony

slow deaths of dull and duty 

twenty seven years and I got none to show

gases and faeces are all that give a glow


silent are the voices and mocked are what they say

afraid to look where eyes can't see has brought us off the way

and yet you laugh but shush - shush that mouth just now

listen to the song of trees and make your humble bow

so what is that you call a life - 

when blood and sweat shall shed a light

my bank account has robbed me of anything polite

the oxygen shall be mine first before I pass it on

I can't afford a second breath and then my anger foams

I got no time no time to breathe before the balance comes

in overdraft, the debt is due -  we'll be counting crumbs


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