Rantings of a chick-pea writer

there is something so wonderful
about launching yourself
into the great abyss

you find yourself realising
there is no difference between
"positive" and "negative"

Why do we nail ourselves to a cross
because we think we need a fancy car
but we struggle to put a food on the table

aren't we all tired of eating soup and bread
whilst the elite feast on our blood sweat and tears

I don't blame jack for planting the magic beans
and feasting off the giant's chicken and peas
hell I would have done the same, clever boy.

I'm tired of living in 'fast lanes with fast cars"
I'm tired of "all of the lights"
I just want to sit on my porch
eat my chicken and peas
or maybe have a chick-pea curry

ranting about the ways of this world