Dust

Dust

In years from now we will all just be dust
Yet we play a game whilst our particles are stuck together of delusion.
Dust and Delusion
We believe that we are better, inferior, different to others.
Dust, Delusion and Difference.
Holed up in our boxes and rabbit hutches with paper thin walls,
it's the law of the jungle when neighbours meet.
What's it like in your street?
Imagine if we didn't fear each other but worked together.
Nah, it wouldn't work because we'd soon get bored and we can all be bought.
Concrete and Shops and Noise.
Ceaseless Education of Testing and Exams.
Strained GPs with receptionists trained to keep us at bay.
8 minutes with Doctor who could save your life.
How much do you value your life?
More than you value your wife?
Your life or your wife?
What a decision! you ask with precision?
'Partner' please, we don't go in for that old fashioned cobblers.
Ok your partner then?
Is it women or children first? 
Or would they be pulling you out of the lifeboat having slaked your thirst?
The rich and wealthy can be selfish and stealthy but the poor just don't realise it yet.
They would give you the shirt off their back and then get stabbed in it for their gesture.
The fact that there is even one homeless person in Westminster let alone hundreds maybe a thousand is a national scandal.
The seat of government allow their bobbies to be target practice for the alienated and the dislocated huddle in shop doorways.
These pompous prats, no longer in bowler hats have been taken down a peg or two by the women.
No longer allowed to be lewd, rude and crude, they take it outside to their gentlemans' clubs so they can give their anima a rub.
Social Inequality starts here, do not pass go, do not collect 200 pounds.
If you are heartily sick of the two party state please put your cross in the box you crafty old fox.
Politics, Playfighting and Protectionism.
I couldn't wait to cast my first vote aged 18 now 52 I dread the opportunity to give some party flunky the opportunity to be first past the post.
I'm dead against gambling but they want us all a fluttering every five years.
Bercow the bookie winks, and my heart sinks as another pantomime begins or is it a play?
How about letting the little people have their say?
'Dim Siawns Hombre' because its always been done this way.
Let's just pray for snow in May
In years from now we will all just be dust (and a good fucking thing too)