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.
Right gotta ring my agency .