Oxhey Living Poem by Max Gatrell

Although I have necessities,
Perceived by some as luxuries,
To deem them indispensible,
Would sell them very short,
Coca-Cola and Coffee,
Chicken breasts and banoffee,
Taliban strength heroin,
On Wednesday is consumed,
With recycled brandy bottles,
Greedy lungs are sated,
Through being eco-amiable,
Our inner need’s placated,
Two birds I say, with one stone,
Or half a six, if we’re flushed,
The girls we meet are more than prone,
To part with favours for a rush,
They serve as mere distractions,
Make life more liveable,
In case we curse inaction,
Rehearse our final fall,
Such cognizance I possess,
It mollifies me more or less,
This indolence bought on by stress,
From every pore it throbs,
A pain that can’t be patched,
Instead it’s left to flow,
I wish I could detach,
Rescind myself from woe,
But these puddles that we seep,
Are mired by derangement,
Till up our back this monkey creeps,
And turns us into vagrants,
Alas the coffers are quite bare,
I’m destitute without a prayer,
Bored of hearing ‘it’s not fair, ’
Ploughing through my head,
That which irks me more than most,
The why I’m feeling so morose,
I couldn’t fund an overdose,
If the game was up,
Instead I just survive,
That is I must endure,
I’ve lost the will to thrive,
Whilst kipping on the floor,
Subconsciously I recollect,
Countless chances that I wrecked,
Watered down by shots I necked,
A thousand years before.