Expulsion Agenda

yet more often than not

the madness the sadness

the rage and the pain is already boiling

the demons tend to quite resistant at first

they've been here quite a while

(and not willing to succumb to simple change)

comfortable red bellied sweaty hell fucks

it's possession with leisure and style

and with each stroke of my pen

or a light tapping of my many keys

i can find in theses abandoned hours

the stuff that provides the ease

i could easily get lost you know

right here in this comfort zone

behind the safety bollards in my mind

on my own but not alone

i try not to spare a thought

for these homeless demons of mine

after all they have their own realm

and if they stayed there; that’d be fine

but they don’t and they won’t

they seem to relish it here instead

but i’ve no room or time for them

or all this other baggage in my head