Beggars, Freaks And Bandits Poem by Gary Diamond

Beggars freaks and bandits
Virtual cowboys and streakers
Tearing up the internet.

Why do that?
Why do anything?
Being the standout gesture moving in the dark
The insidious serpant or the beggared fool
To your disciples such a tool
Of mocking corporate faiths.

We are all beggars.
We demand, rape, plunder and take.
Whether it be fiscally or emotionally
Placing silent, hated demands on peoples time and efforts.
Seems mighty cruel to spin such a roulette wheel
But there we stand, sick and addicted to the dream.

How am I a freak, you might ask.
Who are the freaks - all hands up to attention, please.
It manifests itself in the crazy meandering self-talk
We mumble or shout when we think no-one is listening.
It manifests itself in the abrupt slamming of doors
The crazy demands our soul makes
And the crazier dreams that go in hand with it.
The dreams to kill, to rape, to mutilate and maim.
The ways, wonderful new and exciting ways
Of getting yourself off hands free.

Bandit seems an outdated word to some.
Preserve that illusion because you are wrong.
Stealing is an illicit thrill, listlessltness shall dissolve.
You don't have to steal something physical.
Although if I were you I certainly would.
Steal the company time by staring at the wrist watch
By chatting to the neighbours
By taking breaks minutes and hours too long.

Such a bunch of miscreants incorporated.
Just how I like it.