A State of Mind
Whatever happened to the brash
Crass bright young thing that I was?
Too scared and confused by life to do anything
But be astringent and flippant.
Too angry and incensed by life to be anything
But scathingly honest, scattering my sparks
Of brightly flaming picture words,
Illuminating pain, backlighting the spirit
Nihil Illegittimi Carborundum Est, I vowed.
And they didn't - at least, not while I was looking.
But twenty years on from the 17-year-old idealist
I'm finding it harder to crawl back to my knees
And allow life to kick me in the teeth yet again.
I still get up though... I still get up.
One day, when all my teeth have gone, I shall still mumble
And salivate inarticulate protests against life's injutices
And if still the bitch continues to hurt
Why, then I'll gum her to death!
There are some things about me I do not want to change.