Consider:
The ten seconds you gain
For the life you’ll lose
When that truck hits out
And spills your blood
All over the tarmac plain.

Consider:
The rich life you’ll live
With a wealthy partner
Old enough to die young
For you on boredom
And the guy doesn’t have to give.

Consider:
A life without bad people
When everything is smooth and calm
Without good people either
One planet of uniformity
Oh lord, throw yourself from a steep hill.

Consider:
Being trapped in fear of losing
The stuff you bought for money
To hide behind high fences
And lock yourself between
Isn’t that amusing?

Consider this!
Then look at the night sky
Wonder about failures
And the time you lost
With wanting to gain some
Pleading for being a bad guy.

        © Séamus Kennan / 2017