Compromise

What a wonderful word
allowing for the
dignity of difference
would cure all ills
give the right of way
to the others to go
down their road
while you walk contentedly
alongside.

A message with compromise
is a two way street
where traffic flows
freely together but
separate without a
cul de sac not traffic
jammed tight like a mind
shut tight.

My god but he’s odd.
who?
yer man.
what man?
you know, yer man.
Who, that man?
yeah.
but he was a fine man?
he was until he went odd.
what happened?
broke down, a couple of years ago.
what happened?
who knows, you can’t ask.
what, what happened?
Yeah, can’t say, well what broke yeah.
I suppose, but then again why not?
well you ask him so.
I will like fuck, I don’t even know him.
well there yeah go, eragh feck him.
yeah the odd bastard.
have another pint.
all right so.
the odd fucker, looks lonely though!

The eyes of God
must be blind!

Those who have never
been there will never
understand why those
of us who have survived
the journey into madness
would like to boast
abot our survival
of that journey that
takes us to the depths
of the pit where from
the bottom we spring
forth to announce our
worth in sane world
of normality where
is considered an abnormality.

You give to the church
to give to the poor who
take expenses from the top
who then take over the
minds of the poor
and make them conform.