Vocal vomit of an ignored television
ran ragged in the back ground,
developing new forms of deadening silence.
Shit stained underwear, meandering
sweat draped shirts on the floor,
the fabric ocean of deadening youth.
Torn paper lungs crumpled at the edges,
spit roasting a worn belt that cowers
within the thrall of deadening arrogance.
Talentless waste of British ignorance
Removed from a single use
In this cavern I stew,
dirty sheets enveloping
thoughts provoked by who?
dead men of fortunes timing
belittled by the ignoring
no one cares now