Leaving behind...

Leaving behind the ‘future fakers’

Preaching political religions to

birch-white faces clouded eyes

I walk

Away from hustle and bustle

To the freedom of the hills

Away from the realm of the disillusioned 

I walk

Draining the ignorance that this cracked world 

has steeped me in

Away from the black suited foxes

That slowly eat our brains with a smile

On their over indulged faces

I walk

Away from constant demands

(Arguing the toss is not allowed)

My mind full to the brim with

Channel boaters one too many

Cell block H and back-stabbers

Winos whining 

Light fingered bozoes

Trigger fingered gang bangers 

Overcrowding is rife

Prisons are being emptied

Soon to fill up again with rioters 

Fuel gone over the top

No heat for Pensioners 

Skint is the new word on the block

I walk 

The brain forcing loaded dirty deeds

Through its already overloaded colander

I walk wondering

Will my toes start leaking garbage