Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Life, Short Poems |
Dull shades walk the streets
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | Love, Short Poems |
Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did they go their separate ways?
Now only the old, the sick and the broken
Posted by Chris Hudson | 18Apr , 2018 | People, Short Poems |
Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!
This whole damn world’s just a pleasure machine
I’m just a cog and I’m feeling mean
I’m going to drop love bombs on the hating scene
Shout until they put me on a screen
They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side
The scientist said
“I’ve hotwired your brain.
As long as you behave,
You won’t have any trouble again.”
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
The more time goes on
The further away from the truth I seem to go.
I’m living from a distance
And I haven’t got there yet