Wasted talent on polluted shores,
My world is grey, no other colours exist,
Boys turn to crime, girls to whores
Windows shattered by my bloody fist.

My child is not mine because he cries so much,
Take it like a man you cowardly fool.
His skin so cold to touch,
His tears but a tool.

The summer months pass with dark skies,
Rain falls everyday, the same,
The sun comes, hiding the lies,
The weather seems like an elaborate game.

Wasted life, every knows,
While the young rot in schools, time is wasted,
Love is made but my hatred grows,
Lover on the lip, pain tasted.

Junky lad writes poems for fun,
No wit or talent ever shown,
Success made by stealings won.
Scummy vermin lower the tone.

Daddys gone forever and more,
Daddy, a man so easily led,
He promised himself just one more score,
Now he’s pulling doors, his soul, dead.

Once more my life is free,
Once more I am at peace,
The cool summer breeze
And the swaying nettles,
Once more I am alive.

Blue boy green, quick as a flash,
Green boy blue faster than that,
All on his own, he is happy at last,
Spending days and weeks at a computer screen,
Spending eternity alone.

The bells and roses show off the colour,
The colour of people for all to see,
The colour of people longing to be free,
None of this bothers in my bedroom,
Me is all I ever care.

Out of work, the old man weeps,
50 and more, his life is done,
Early retirement awaits for this poor sod,
Golf and hill walks take over,
Blue the only colour known.

The young and tired sleep all day,
Sleep through life, miss the fun filled days,
Drugs take importance, sleep is key,
Spliff me up, wind me down,
Life was made for these fools.

I’m awake in these fresh aired days,
Awake for life to pass me down,
Drugs will soon take over for me too,
Sleep all day, wasted all night,
This is the life I choose, hiding from the world.