Napowrimo #6 Adrenaline Deficiency.

You fucking what?

I’m fucking not.

I can tell.

My heart is int knots.

Just sit and let it be

He’s singing “let it be”.

if you fight.

i’ll be in front of my mother waiting for my 1-2-3.

Napowrimo #5: Jobless.

Jobs to do.

Oscillating from fortnight to fortnight.

Bereft of chances that money brings.

Living from the need.

Energy efficiency marketing ploys.

Sales, team. Door to door.

Sitting tight, tie on neck.

Napowrimo #4: Too Many Sorries.

The crime is done.
I have never served such a time as this.
It means not a thing that I have served at all.
You still need to enrage over this.

The time is done.
You need not tell me otherwise.
Is my inner peace was you dread?
Is my no need for you what you despite?

Napowrimo #3: World domination.

My world domination plans are afoot my friends.

I’ve been plotting since I realized that education eventually ends.
Time to don my tie and start researching market trends.
Or maybe try and find out what market trends are.

I am going to be a star, that fact is already true.
The only problem I haven’t got money to delve into.
So it look like I’m going to have to do a shift or two.
Don’t worry Paul Potts sold phone for years, I got this.

I’ve never liked football but I’ve worked for the game.
Not a centre back, a waiter. There’s no shirt decorated my name.
They might have been rich and rude whilst I served them their food, but I had dreams burning in me with there was a flame.
4000 pounds per head is nothing, and it won’t be for me. I play my own beautiful game.

When I was 17 I fell head over heels love with a girl.
it made me use cliches like “the one” and “my world”
When we were apart I’d be so sad it’d make be want to hurl.
But there was a problem, she was bat shit crazy.

What’s crazy is my second job was with her.
you’d earn more in two to days than I would have in a year.
I waiter again, only in a pub so small I’d often gasp for air.
Especially if they ordered the sizzler.

Now I’m a year out of uni and the plan is still afoot.
But  I can seem to find the place where my energy was put.
I’m 23 and from 2 years into my emotional rut.

My world domination plans are afoot my friends.

Napowrimo#2: Suit and Tie

At the end of the day, their robes.
Ceremonial robes of industrial men.
The black and white is for the working man.
At the end of the day, they’re robes for a modern artisan.

We were sashes around our neck.
For no other reason than “one time we needed to”
Only great inventors rid us of need.
Only great men are liberated and freed.

I sat there trying to remember.
remembering my first pair of jeans.
I felt like a denim clad rock star at the tender age of fourteen. 
I wasn’t a kid, I was a fucking man.

Sitting in my ceremonial robes made me think otherwise.
I felt like I actually went forward in time.
Forward to a point where bills and cholesterol became my paradigm.

At the end of the day, their robes.
Ceremonial robes of industrial men.
The black and white is for the working man.
At the end of the day, they’re robes for a modern artisan.