I Don'T Need A Revelation. - Poem by Emer Lyons
>So you push, drag, shout, revolt.
I sit at home and watch.
My new book is very good,
The only reason I
Haven’t really done anything in days,
A few hours of solitude,
Can’t stop the nostalgia for
The long nights spent
Drunk or bored,
I can’t let go until
I move on and I can’t move on
Until I leave.
Angry with your nonchalance
The decisions weren’t well
Informed, hindsight is an unwanted gift.
The pink shirt was a better deal than the black,
The manager a greater asset than the state
But things can’t change so there’s
No point in a revelate.
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