MENTAL BY DESIGN.

MENTAL BY DESIGN.
Sneak.

Even the birds piss me off today.
Their incessant song of anti dismay.
A good morning call from a feathery 'friend'
How dearly I wish that their singing would end.
I patiently wait for the solace of night.
In shadows I hide from prying daylight.
Wincing as sun beams light up my frown.
Perfect blue skylines just get me down.
Traffic on traffic. A metallic groan.
An orgy of engines that want to go home.
A hum of frustration denoted by horns.
A turbulent nation scowls and scorns.
Revving their engines and going nowhere.
'Angry' from Stafford screams his despair.
Contra-flow, roadwork's, breakdowns and more.
Right foot on pedals that won't touch the floor.
Radio stations spew well meant advice.
Open a window, relax and be nice.
Take a deep breath, stay calm, take a break.
I twitch to myself as my hands start to shake.
Spasms contort my face into war.
I silence the engine and unlock the door.
I walk in defiance past clones of myself.
Sold on the thought that work equals wealth.
Sold on a day that's just like the last.
Get me to work! And get me there fast!
Get me the latest designer cell phone.
Get me a wife, a child and a home.
Get me a future that doesn't exist.
Add my breakdown to your waiting list.
I'll wait for a lifetime waiting for you.
Here in my garden beneath skies of blue.
Listening to birds singing their song.
I smile to myself as my mind hums along.
My great escape from life's numbing hell.
I sing to the birds. They know me so well.
Insane in my garden but I know the score.
I laugh at the 'normal' behind a closed door.

sneak