Its true my heart is bleeding
\nCompanionship a plea
\nTo Be on my own for so long
\nDoes nothing for me<\/p>\n
Social responsiblity
\nClearly was the case
\nBut being left alone like this
\nAnd, having to face
\nA solitary existence
\nWhilst gawped at every day
\nOther eyes upon me
\nWhen i go to play<\/p>\n
The car engines
\nThe toxic fumes
\nForsaken that is I
\nNobody to talk to
\nInside ofcourse I cry<\/p>\n
The public collected
\nMoney
\nAnd I believe that I
\nWould join others in an
\nEnvironment
\nWhere social aspects were high<\/p>\n
We are social animals
\nThat really is our thing
\nAnd being left to oneself
\nIt honestly does bring<\/p>\n
So much profound sadness
\nDiscrimination feels
\nIts because of me something
\nThat loneliness reveals
\nSo much incredulity.
\na wavering mistrust
\nI had so much expectation
\nWhich has left me with disgust<\/p>\n
The prophesy was wonderful
\nMy retiring days
\nWere given over to joyfulness
\nHours that would amaze
\nBut since I have been left alone
\nLife is meaningless to me
\nAll those fancy platitudes
\nAnd now look where I be<\/p>\n
In the pitch of bunkum
\nPassed over and alone
\nI am an exhibit
\nThe car fumes
\nYes ofcourse I own<\/p>\n
The right tO breathe
\nThe cadmium and lead
\nAnd particulate
\nAnd really just talk to myself
\nI did try to create<\/p>\n
An imagined friend
\nBut found myself talking to myself
\nMy wild imagination
\nLeft me on a shelf
\nJust a big delusion
\nNot anyway to be
\nWe only get one stab at life
\nAnd being alone you see<\/p>\n
Its dreadful I am old now
\nI need a pal around
\nFor life to have any meaning
\nTo share my bit of ground
\nAnd that you have been unwilling
\nRefusing to see
\nOr are loath to consider
\nGiving me
\nA companion so we could be<\/p>\n
Happier together
\nHaving a good rapport
\nSome compatibility
\nThe best of friends and more
\nSing from the same hymn sheet
\nAnd, find our own peace
\nHalcyon days of caring
\nA space to just release<\/p>\n
All our inner suffering
\nAnd adversity
\nI feel like I am a
\nPlaything of the gods
\nAnd tragically
\nAll the hopes and wishes
\nThat came from the Daily Mail
\nAll those lovely caring thoughts
\nSome how it all went pale<\/p>\n
Longleat was to be my heaven
\nBut sadly for me
\nIts become a lonely place
\nand I would prefer to be
\nSomewhere with my kith and kin
\nso i do not have to moan
\nGiven human accompaniment
\nBut not be totally alone<\/p>\n
Its like I am condemned to be
\nA prisoner alas
\nNobody to talk to
\nAnd people here are crass
\nThey do not understand my thoughts
\nExpecting me to be
\nAs happy as a sand boy
\nWhen infact I’m a solitary<\/p>\n
My sadness is immeasurable
\nAnd I am suffering a lot
\nSo much mental torment
\nAnd lots of angst I have got
\nUneasiness and fretting
\nOccupy my day
\nI really feel downtrodden
\nAnd A victim in every way<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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