The ones who wished
No Fight
And the comfortable nothing
Stay Behind
Or
Never intended to Move
Desperately content
with drinking beer
Buying more junk
racking up 0s
Yet engage in
talks of politics
and world events
Playing Kissingers & J.Kerrys
As a pastime
demonstrating restless intellects
towards no end
nor for the Benefit of
anyone.
“It’s an exercise to engage
your mental muscles you see,
old man, must keep yourself
limber.”
Even at parties
downed a couple drinks
Still can’t Muster their
Courage to Participate
In anything remotely
resembling Life
Yet relish in
the backseat of constraint
Judging quietly
of the fact that
they have never looked
like a fool
in font of anybody
Do they even
remember themselves?
At last,
after tea after beer
after scotch after gin
after wine after cakes
they again sunk in
to what they know best
Cozy in numbers on
the ground
engage again in their
mental exercise with
color lights & harmless tunes
talking about the
Dog-eat-Dog world
right outside their door
while eating
delicious affordable pizza
with cheery pop sodas.
I got curious
and walked outside
from their smokes
And you guess what
All cars and busy stores
kids playing basketball
lazy sunday afternoon sidewalk table full of drinks and food
people in packed malls
I did not see
a single dog.
I think that’s the
taste of dream
which was never on their
menu
and they had to make it
make sense
so they never needs to
get out their front door
and finesse their way
Into anywhere half-way decent.
“These sad fucks don’t Believe
in a damn thing.”
As I Step Off the
station
and breathing in the
Scentless air of London
This town is not
That bad.
