A rant…

The alarm kicked me out of bed at 6am,

the dead synapses of my brain reborn,

revived for a brand new day,

take the crash cart away,

it’s not that bad,

just another work day,

another Monday, for fuck’s sake.

Just another waste of time,

some sort of unrecorded crime

that involves me being cooped up

in a room where robots sit

and pretend they give a shit

about the thing they do,

whatever it is they do,

I don’t care,

why should I care,

it’s their own personal nightmare.

I have my own dreams,

no matter how distant they seem

so I’ll join the commuters anyway,

ready for the coming day,

thinking about the play

between want and need,

the balance between greed

and a satisfying life.


And here I am on a Monday morning,

another Monday morning,

turning on the early news

only for some guy to sit there

on the screen just talking at me,

he makes no sense,

talks about celebrities and other disasters,

he just drones on and on,

just sits there wearing a smart suit

together with his plastic smile;

it’s all just superficial style.

So what’s next on the agenda,

oh yes, that’s right,

a sugar-filled excuse for breakfast,

masquerading as something healthy,

just making some corporate junkie wealthy

off the increasing waistline of society.

Eat more shit,

it’s good for you,

it’s tasty, nice,

there’s no price

you have to pay,

at least not immediately,

just put more of it away

and you’ll be fine,

except for that waistline,

that shortness of breath,

the fact that your bringing yourself

closer to an early death.

But what the hell,

everybody else is doing it as well,

except for those fitness and health obsessives,

who strut past on the footpath,

with their tight bodies

flaunting my inadequacies

– bastards.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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