Thursday, 7 February 2013

Pushed Over

Pushed on and pushed on further
Those in work can feel the hairline crack
Lay in the bath completely wrung out
Drained, blurry-eyed, some deadline has whizzed by

Frontal lobotomy “what piece of shit have I got to write today”
Pushed on, pushed on blurry-eyed
Let go, let go of what kept you alive

And if by some chance
We see you slumped at your desk
With rigor mortis setting in
We’ll expect you to keep pressing the keys

© David Mellor

British men are working the longest hours in Europe

David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.