poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Want to play hero?
You'll end up a loser like me
A user of the system
That lives simply of need

Why we do not kill ourselves?
When we are so misserable indeed
We are too fragile beings
Too weak.

Too weak to break free from the dust that we seek
Too weak to believe for forgivness on the street
You're too you to be me yes you're you yes you're you
Nobody needs a heroine - shot, like I do.