I'm not very keen on this poem and I'm not entirely sure why I wrote it but I feel I should post it, just so that it's out in the ether. Oh, I remember now; I'd just handed in my last piece of coursework.


I hold my head just that little bit higher
And stand with shoulders set slightly back
Because I revel in this new found freedom,
The one that's meant to come from childhood.

Except, I've never known it before,
This sense of potential, and lack of shackles.
We've been tested and taught, prodded and poked
'Till the cheeky little monkeys have been locked back in their cages.

Our childhoods now prepare us for the office block of adult life.
At reception everything is shiny and exciting, new
Up you head to the fifth, the lusture's worn
To get that next promotion, you become like all the rest.

As the number of floors beneath your feet increases, so does your graft
It elevates you towards that all-important qualification.
When it comes, it sounds hollow but rattles with a clunk of your soul.
This grey uprising cost me a piece of my sanity

It's mine now
To do with as I will
No parents - no boss
My road is my own
And it's covered in bright lights!