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To your final breath

Running to the end

By Bryan AllenPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Photo by Daniel Jensen on Unsplash

push push push

breathe breathe breathe

out of her out of sight

where's that teat, what's that light

here we go got to grow

big and strong like the song

crawl around and suck on stuff

cow and gate can't get enough

pretty soon it's off to school

who's a swot who's a fool

learn to count and learn to wing it

learn to say it proper innit

don't you know that education

is just learning elocution?

tic tacs jumping jacks

beans on toast, fries, big macs

hop that scotch, jump that rope

you don't know you have no hope

she loves me yeah she loves me not

broken hearts, tears and snot

down a shot try some speed

need is want and want is need

tattoo scoobydoo

shave your head shave your pubes

are you a punk a queer a nerd

a goth a jock one of the herd

what you on you in, you out

throw up on the roundabout

get a car change your gear

don't talk to me don't want to hear

faster faster don't slow down

drive us further out of town

bob bob get a job

climb them hills and pay them bills

kiss some arse top of the class

corner office fancy gems

soon you're making more than them

fun run number one

always working nice one son

buy a house a wedding ring

have some kids and lose the zing

longer hours more bling bling

way more stress what a mess

got to get me out of here

cannot face another year

breathe breathe breathe

no time to breathe

push push push

push that sale cannot fail

another cliched straight white male

you're not dead yet wake up dick

she looks gorgeous take a lick

have a fling just don't cling

feels so good to be alive, -live, -live

splash some cash smoke some hash

all the girls love your new tash

watch out for your wife of course

now she's filing for divorce

got an itch life's a bitch

every day you see more grey

aches and pains and ankle sprains

when the grandkids come to stay

out of breath, cannot play

rain rain go away

more prescriptions every day

bleeding hearts bleeding gums

leaky eyes and leaky bum

the kids are on the dog and bone

they want to put you in a home

how do they dare so unfair

the bell is ringing calling time

the end is near close to the line

here's the reaper at the door

you know who i've come here for

you've had your time you chose to run

you were always number one

since you never stopped to breathe

now it's time to stop your breath

bye bye jack

heart attack

social commentaryperformance poetry

About the Creator

Bryan Allen

Global citizen.

Lived in six countries, speak about six languages.

Working as a freelance proofreader.

Passionate about the environment, equality and self-expression.

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