Sit, weep, stay,
At a corner of the world,
Depressed, desolated, stressed out,
From the core of intuition,
Illusions fed by mainstream media,
Sit, weep, stay.
Remember the feeling when you hid and stay hidden?
In cupboards and attics and little tight corners,
And waited for them to come get you,
Then giggle and laugh out to your heart’s content.
But now you can’t fit no more,
In litter box made of cardboard,
And the whole world becomes your litter box,
And filth a daily bread,
And tears to weep, to shed.
20th November 2012