One Sided Conversation

Written after listening to my 22 year old son, I realise what a throw away society we live it.  I am still of the ilk that if I buy something it lasts forever.. From a mobile phone. (yes mine is now semi modern) to the tv.

I watch and listen to my son and his friends and they definitely live for the moment in all that they do.  From the phone which when it doesn’t work, they don’t seem to wait for a contract to end by just get another one, to how they view life in general.

So this poem is random and really sums up throw away life…

One sided conversation

Hi Man, yeah

How’s it going?


I know what you mean.


I’m skint too.

You can come here no probs,

No she don’t mind

Bring some cans yeah

Hang out, game of poker?

Monopoly, Yeah no worries…. Cool

So when’s that happening

2033, we’ll be 43 by then

If the band hasn’t made it I’ll be right pissed off

Tell you what man

We’ll be having a mid life crisis

If we do, fuck it lets go to mars then.

Yeah  Sweet

Right gotta ring my agency .