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Saturday, 8 December 2012

Not even frustrated

Downbeat town
Otherwise known as Beirut
Cap and gown frowned
Otherwise known as shoot on sight

Noise
A racket or unjust interference
The down of depression
Is killingly real

Deadbeats, downbeats & druggies
Half life’s and those less hopeful
A bigger question needs a bigger picture
Wiser than government

Inexplicable to the ordinary man
Caught here among the crossfire 
I though don’t feel it
No chance that I can say it

No way for me to contribute to change
This is not a poem
It’s not even coherent
What or why is all that’s left

Undone, hopeless
Nothing
Out of however many
You might wish to score it