Our Evisceration

sitting watching 

the world burn backwards

surrounded by upside-downs

smartly dressed clowns

parading in their 

Sunday Best  

try to paint my nose red 

quoting what the 

‘good book’ says,

I’m to believe

I’ll burn in hell

if I don’t sign 

the dotted line,

sorry ‘Jesus’

I decline ....

the best years are behind us

now I’m just a bored spectator 

unamused in an open zoo,

inertias pinning me and you

to the walls of a cyclone

GOD is the smartphone,

call him up any time

he’ll turn your 

energy drink 

into wine,

the non-thinking hoards 

have circuit boards 

hanging from their temples,

society now resembles

a downright 

fucking shambles,

mass appeal breeds  

mass self-interest,

there’s not enough

bandwidth to cope 

with the scourge,

the absurd has 

slaughtered sense

there is no recompense,

we’re all homeless

building makeshift shelters

in the skid row of our mind 

corralled like cattle

through the abattoir

shocked 

stunned

and 

squeezed

through the rat run,

most can’t feel the hook

they’re hanging from,

they just drag along, 

we’re really no different

to the meat we eat,

the only mechanism 

making us complete

is the cerebral cortex,

with this removed

we’re not complex,

the human race

is a waste of space,

we’re being culled

and it’s a global operation

fully conscious during 

our Evisceration