I said yes all the time as a child,
gave my favourite games away,
you’d only have to ask.
no task too taxing,
an annoyance but essential.
no effort, no reward,
but is there nothing more?
more than a grave to march towards
not employed yet but still implored.
enduring hoardes.
before the fjords, and after even more.
Aaron sorkin writing, Trent reznor score.
Social network not work.
planted seeds yet no fruit bore.
sore subject, objects sure.
I’ve taken a dip, stolen some sauce.
but I’m back on the rise, bread metaphor.
cpc’s to pc’s, fors to force.
endorsed and on course.
horse colleague
collar number, paws.
I’ve never yearned to earn so discernably,
a table to turn so desperately.
people respecting me
my disability
being supported, not contorted to fit a mould.
being coldly told, holding of hands was something of old.
I did it though,
said no.
no.
i wish I could say it back then.
but don’t worry kid, I’ll say it for the both of us.
we won’t get fucked with again.