Knowing then what I know now

Looking back with hindsight

Christ, now there's a scary notion

A childhood drained of innocence

Like roller-skating without motion

Sloshing in the paddling pool

weighted by the curse of humankind

Looking forward to a plastic age

GM crops, control freaks

Disregarding all they find

In my teens I'd be the geek

Who tame's the partygoer's will

Swishing vomit out the bath

Locking bedrooms

House-training overkill

A conscience fuelled

By immaturity and adolescent force

Naked trespass at the henge

Spread-eagled on a bypass

Un'changing histories course

Greenam I'd of been there

In my steely's with a tent

Bolt croppers,

Nicking coppers helmets

And unremitting vent

Up trees, at hunts, at rallies

Outrivaling one voice

Conspiring with the media

Giving the populace a choice

At uni I'd have been the one

Sitting with an O J and a twist

Saving all my energies writing up a list

Then about, in twenty years

When I'm closer to the part

I'd give up writing poetry

Surrendering my art

To join the leather seated benches

With a degree in heckling

And decrepit looking face

Fighting for the unobserved in politics

The individual, that oils the human race

Still hands tied behind my back

Moving mountains by the spoon

Divinity an outdated intervention

Best saved for weddings, funerals, and doom

A whole life wasted walking backwards

In the glimmer of all I know

Better time spent in the garden shed

Discovering

A conscience seed to sow

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