Reset the contract that you never signed.
Slave to the trade of what you always despise.
Hemmed in and strung out like you wouldn’t believe.
Today is murky while tomorrow will be sleaze.
Paint in monochrome.
Here I feel so cold and alone.
Disjointed and removed from a core.
All this malice is beyond a bore.
Sold out.
Screwed down.
Tortured by martyrs who see nothing but fog.
Over the top is how this routes become a slog.
Watered down until I’m begging to drown.
Conspiracy to turn my smile permanently upside-down.
Impaled upon a crown.
Ruptured by too calm.
Sheeple neighbourhood.
Sick, tired, worn, butchered…
Evicted sanity!
Paint in monochrome.
Here I feel so cold and alone.
Disjointed and removed from a core.
All this malice is beyond a bore.
Sold out.
Screwed down.
Give me colour.
Fix this squalor.
Sever these limitations.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 