Not

Six feet under there’s still the crack of a whip.
A new world order which some claim is a blip.
It all looks the same which is why boredom is creeping.
Soon I’ll be down in the gutter where the cesspool is seeping.

Not significant.
I’m sick of how we’re irrelevant.

Notions dreamt up, to sow another lie.
What perseveres, is the start of a cry.
Fragile and weeping angels come to drink.
But in the midst of madness all they do is sink.
Pull a new stack!

Noose round the neck of a sad little soul.
Bring in the big guns who are beyond our control.
What’s a war when peace is but letters on a page.
Anyone would think we are in dire straights of needing a sage.

Not significant.
I’m sick of how we’re irrelevant.

Notions dreamt up, to sow another lie.
What perseveres, is the start of a cry.
Fragile and weeping, angels come to drink.
But in the midst of madness, all they do is sink.
Pull a new stack!