Dirty Windows

I was on the outside staring through a dirty window at a world of desperation that had caused us all to speculate at where the hell we came from and to where we may be going as we hurtle through a vortex that’s controlled by dollar signs and little else… Pour me out another shot of JD, dreams and afterthought to clear my head of tangled knots that infect all that I am not. My limbs are weary from exertion, eyes are tired and thoughts deserting like a shredded afterbirth that haunts the place that I deserved, I haven’t lived, I haven’t learned, I haven’t schemed, I haven’t burned out, I am just like all the rest who wander blindly through this test called life… Do I become like those who rifle through their minds with only one eye on reality and one that looks beyond our wildest dreams, they scurry into darkened corners like dilapidated whores who sell their souls for pennies, pounds and dollars made from squeezing blood of others, Mr Blair you raped and plundered, murdered innocents who shuddered while you slept in duck down beds and counted pounds all tinged with red, you don’t deserve to be allowed your freedom but you blend into a crowd of politicians tarnished by contempt with shades of arrogance …. I am not a victim, I’m a lucky one who realised the world is run by bankers which is rhyming slang or so you’d think, they feather nests with babies futures, then protest with poor excuses, idolise each others backsides, lie to cover up more lies, they suck the roosters of our leaders, breed amongst themselves a foetus that will grow one day into another Hades bred disgrace who’ll bear the sons of Rothschild and the daughters of disgrace who flaunt their wealth, their crassness in our face while all around are scratching in the dirt… They recreate religion, knowing it’s a good decision that will make you lack belief in your own self because they need control to hang on to their wealth, should we eventually rediscover that we all came from the same place once but greed became their thriving hunger, hope is just a dream to cling to, faith is just a pointed figure that deceives the empty head that sleeps in anybody’s bed who promises the world to them …. I stumbled into life by chance but never woke until I took a glance at what deceives the eye, a simple flaw that I decided seemed to need a compromise but met with one who thrived on hate we learn if we communicate or chastise those left desolated, disengaged who don’t inspect the who’s the why’s the wherefores and the point of this great exercise slips further, further, further from our path ….. I was on the outside staring through a dirty window at a world of desperation that had caused us all to speculate at where the hell we came from and to where we may be going as we hurtle through a vortex that’s controlled by dollar signs and little else….