With My Buddy
Like flies to shit, it’s in our nature.
A self-deluding creature is Man.
Like the fly-trap, this chemical trick
Lures us all to a mythical land.
A land of ‘Forever’, a land of ‘Together’,
A land of saccharine word and art.
We, mesmerised, blinded and senseless
To anything but our groin and heart.
An enchantment nigh unbreakable
Except by true nature emerging.
Shakespeare was wrong. It makes us foolish
Not in being, but by bothering.
Rose tints turn red inevitably.
We contest who has borne the most pain.
Do we then learn? No. Time goes on by…
And we fall for the same shit again.