Cynic's SermonA Poem by Raef C. Boylan
When did you last smile at someone on the street without being made to feel crazy and beneath contempt? Let’s not pretend; the average
so what’s safe?
Safe is something you crack.
Crack is something your mates are on.
What are mates?
Mates are people you surround yourself with so you can kid on you’re not alone.
A loan is something you can’t afford because you’re overtaxed to pay for rehab because all your mates are on crack
Yeah. We’ve learnt a valuable lesson.
What’s a lesson?
All those hours of education you spent messin’ and not paying attention, busy flexing your developin’ lack of information retention muscles and slack chewing gum jaw feeling sore because you were sure you’d never soar and planning to score some draw or maybe something more to distract from the roar of looming failure rushing towards ya like a dooming future crushing you under its disappointment.
Disappointment is those GCSEs you didn’t achieve when if you’d studied you could have had at least Cs and the three babies balanced on your knees at eighteen and the endless cycle of Steves and Lees who leave when the rotundity of your belly starts to increase while those who are free to do as they please and call themselves your friends come round less and less because they’re too busy getting legless in the warm Bacardi breeze.
Disappointment is when expectations sneak out the back door without even leaving a note.
Expectations are what you thought life owed you but it turns out you owe life so it sends the bailiffs round and they take all the hope you ever owned away; expectation is the debt you owe to yourself, the only one you’re obliged to pay and it’s okay to ask for help but at the end of the day the consequences of your actions are yours to face, so take precautions when you play and take protection if you can’t say no because careless sex and success are not the best of bedfellows. Think ahead a little, look out below and before you leap because we reap the harvests we’ve sowed. Carry your inner child in your pocket like a Dictaphone, a record of the dreams you’re owed, because I know you once believed in the importance of happiness yet you let ignorance influence and caress fate until it was too late…and I so nearly followed…but whatever s**t life might have dealt cannot be allowed to drown down all of a person’s tomorrows.
The early bird catches the worm
but the second mouse gets the cheese;
all those mistakes you began to make,
others can learn from at least.
© 2008 Raef C. Boylan
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on October 30, 2008
Raef C. Boylan
Coventry, UK, United Kingdom
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