Raw, erratic, unrefined,
aspects of a magic mind,
unfit for the things they need,
flapping round the things I find.
Don’t tell me to multi-task,
made-up nonsense bankers ask,
bunkum borne of wanton greed,
fantasy beyond my grasp.
Punish pegs for having souls,
hammer square ones into holes,
blame them when they start to bleed,
not like people, more like poles.
Levied, punished, pushed outside,
locked out by the ones who lied,
rocked the boat at ramming speed,
kicked out of a moving ride.
What to do when you don’t fit,
life alone is dimly lit,
making flowers out of weed,
mind magicians never quit.