willow moon pearce
3am Thought. - Poem by willow moon pearce
The media have told me
I will die in the next six or seven years
I listen intently
As I will be taken by a tsunami or earthquake.
Will I have time to put the cat out?
Bring the clothes in?
Yeah, I'm really bothered
As long as the 5th avenue up and coming yuppies
Go with me - I will be content.
I look back at my life - I have never had money,
But just enough to live
And to buy books to increase my swollen collection
I find that I am happy.
I don't walk the street in $500.00 suits
A mobile phone glued to my ear.
Italian shoes are not the shoes I wear
Boots and leather jacket.
Come that all fails and I am still alive
I can still spit in the direction of the successful,
As they will continue to corrupt and pollute the earth.
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