hell poem on bakery job

Hell

Here is now and now is here in this,

a personal hell that we all share.

There is very little pain, only endless

stress and depression followed

by mind-numbing boredom.

How we got here is a mistake.

My two weeks is now eight years

with no end in sight. Soon death

will take us away, not clinical but the death

of our life, of our soul, of our mind.

Because this is Park Cakes, a hell

born out of necessity.

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Pathways To Now

Pathways To Now

From one object can we discern all others? From one person can we discern all others? For every action there's a reaction. No, there's not. For every action there's a question.

It's like Vegas here. They know every trick in the book. Even the whores will give one less suck to save a Euro.

Imagine a planet one billion miles in diameter. On what bit would you live? Would one square mile of land be enough for you?

You say you like weapons yet you don't wanna see a million turned to ash. What about 500k? You could feel each death personally. Enjoy the pain. Suffer like God and his Jesus.

I take a bite of my rosy red apple. And all of the communists fall one by one: Red China, Vietnam, North Korea, Cuba.

Loss

“I am sorry for your loss, of a soul so precious to be taken away.                                        
But some things can’t be stopped, not even by fate or destiny.                                           

It is the order of things, meant to be unchangeable.                                                     

But fear not we will be together one day, maybe sooner than you think.                           

Your dead love is watching over you. He will ease your pain…” 

now... surreal poem

                 

Now I have no close friends but ghosts surrounding me.                                                   

We have stimulating conversation making people run – he’s mad talking to himself!

Now I have a great job that pays well plundering freshly buried corpses for their jewellery and a chance find of a full wallet – dead man’s cash to get pissed.

Now I have a great girlfriend dead six months but I keep her in oil to keep her private parts fresh – necrophilia is my passion and Angela is my lady, can’t say no!

Now I have got a cool car I pulled from the lake, seats a bit damp and engine runs a bit rough but hey it was free – stolen by yobs then found by me, finders keepers!

Now I have some expensive tattoos on my arms but I never felt any pain. I bought a lamp at the auction of a concentration camp victims’ tattoos – glued them on my skin!

Now I have a life full of bad taste and it’ll get worse in your eyes but better in mine – where can I live I need a home. Move in with you? 

new poem book Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex

new poem book Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex

Dominions of Corrosion is Jimmy Boom Semtex's new alternative poetry collection.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/jimmy-boom-semtex/dominions-of-corrosion/ebook/product-22532452.htmlDominions of Corrosion is Jimmy Boom Semtex's new alternative poetry collection. The work covers many topics like current affairs, conflict on both international and personal levels, human relationships in their many forms, aircraft and flight and others. One poem is in varied edited versions by other writers. Jimmy's writing is happy, sad, satirical, serious. Fans of his work won't be disappointed. It follows on from his previous books and as a stand alone volume.