Two Parts of My Mind (and other poems)

Waste this Space

At the end of every fist,

At the top of every list,

Get up, get out, gotta know,

Every person is your foe.

Don't care what they say or do.

That's how they don't get to you,

Fend for yourself, 'cos one day,

You'll break out of this some way.

Free yourself from the crowd

Make yourself shout real loud,

Get it into their face

To you they waste this space.

Grab a megaphone,

To the crowd intone,

That in every other place,

These people waste this space.

Absence makes the heart grow fond,

To you they've got this wrong.

'Cos they're fond of hitting you.

Doing what they always do.

Putting gum into your hair,

Making you do hard affairs.

Got to make it through this day.

You'll make it out of this, someway.

Free yourself from the crowd

Make yourself shout real loud,

Get it into their face

To you they waste this space.

Grab a megaphone,

To the crowd intone,

That in every other place,

These people waste this space.

Freeing yourself isn't hard,

Gain some friends, that's a start.

Then start to stand your ground, dare to face,

The ones who waste this space.