The Real World

Posted on Oct 11, 2012


The rain falls
It’s dark and grey
As many obey rules
Many bills to pay

All playing catch-up
Or too far behind
As they move in a rush
Forgetting to relax, no time

Cutbacks constant
Yet money spent in millions
Not where it’s meant
As we’re fed to the lions

We’re told to buck up
We’re not doing enough
We’ve all been on the gravy bus
We don’t do much

Yet we’re struggling
While they sit fat
Clowning and juggling
Playing our lives like cats

We’re close to breaking point
Don’t they realise this?
As they trickle away our coins
And in the knife they twist

This is the real world
Don’t forget it
People are suffering in hell
While you eat and sleep fit

Posted in: Poetry