Fend



At first I thought it was a gift
To be alone with this big spliff
But then I learned of how I drift
And learned to please prevent a rift

For not all on earth can do your chores
Or live the life you have in store
It is a gift that puts you here
Instead of under, hopeless fear

What about the destitute
Nothing but rice substitute
A fact that no one can refute
There are many essentia-lly mute

I must try to make them live
A life that I will stoop to give
Even though they need their own
What good is it to live alone?

Is it life when you’re alone?
Is it human to be-moan
The fate you’ve chosen by your tone
When you fought the millionth drone

A chance? Or not, I haven’t got
The stance to try and break this knot
Holding me to this one spot
Fungal ‘fection makes me rot

I need to move outside this sphere
It traps me in a web of fear
As if I was a holy seer
Able to see my future tears

Etching through my granite mask
As I sit, accept the task
I must fight until they gasp
For air, for breath, as I am gassed

A road stretches infinitely forward
With a simple man on one end
His options gone, trapped and cornered
The choice of life: To bend or fend?