Business As Usual
You’ve got unfinished e’s,
Half a cup of tea.
You’re living in the misery
Of everyone to please.
Sixteen unfiled scans.
A desk of half baked plans.
Half an eaten flan.
And an unwashed pan.
Have you put your future in a cage?
Emptied out your rage?
Made sure your busy life
Will hold out till old age?
Stop!
Working in the mine.
And wasting all your time.
Go home!
Waiting for the Man
I lost my children when
I planted tomatoes in the spring.
I watched their flowers grow,
Which came to tasty morsels
Of ciabatta, olive oil and garlic;
Tasty morsels of nothing.
So we would drive to Kumeu,
Drink sparkling wine
Eat salad, bread and ham,
While looking at the vines.
I lost them while I was waiting,
Waiting for the man
To stop tasting and grow up.
So today, the boy in me is crying,
Crying for the man who never was.
