A new form rears its head,
You A passenger without a ticket
As you wade into this adult thicket,
Where no sapling can grow,
With little product to show,
For hours of toil,
Lost,
Confused
Inky stains on brand new shoes
Maybe this was all a ruse,
Just Another box you failed to tick
A button you forgot to click,
A seed forgotten in the deepest furrow,
And ploughed so far into the burrow
Where you bury your head,
Until the morning sky is red
And the shepherds watch their flock
A tocking clock
A tolling bell
New terms caught in a panicked swell
As the conditions change
And Adulthood arrives on a bloating tide
Youth written off on dotted lines
A little soul left in the ink
Now you sink
Into a Borrowed time
Choosing squares full of sky
Dreaming of the days and
For which I never needed to apply
All the while
The inevitable rise
Of interest rates
And stacks of forms to sign
And you are shovelled into debt
car Insurance is just a bet,
Gambling with the government
The odds are met
With a smiling council board member
Leering
Showing blacking bureaucratic teeth
A civil servant sucking at the teet
Forms filled with a masters milk
And a vogon hold on common sense
Instead lets focus on the process
Forget the result
lets tie his hands
And give him no permission for his plans
And stick him fast in concrete sands
As the grains of sense finally flee these lands
Britain is a wailing din
Of malignant order and bubbling tin
Centralized wins
Missed notes
The sound of unpracticed violin
screeching
wailing
Burning skin
Like white hot tin
Almost all was whipped away
By vicious winds
All thats left
Instant coffee
A shitty pen
And a ton of fucking admin.
Now please give me ten to decide,
which eye,
I put the pen in.