Gun

As I woke up this morning
Someone stuck a gun to my head
And said
Write poetry
Write poetry about the under cutters, the emission, the tax aviation
The kids in the park hiding their fear under benches, write poetry about 14-year old girls
with ice in their veins in steel containers at the border
Write poetry about youth wasted on the young and wise old men running out of time
Write poetry about torture
Write poetry about fake smiles and fresh attitudes to hide old shortcomings
Write poetry of the gutter where grown men with no shield fight the war that’s over anyway and sacked suits from Deutche Bank binge their last fags on street vendors from hell
Write poetry about Mondays where shortcuts are sold for the price of gold and soundtracks to the beat of life break faster
Write poetry about estranged housewives who never worked at anything in their lives, apart from being loved
Write poetry about the cold mansions in Chelsea or Westminister where stiff upperlips tremble at the mentioning of a day off
Write poetry bout sick leave and Sunday morning vomit, write poetry bout Madonna's tits and Goebbles erection, write poetry bout dark prison cells, write poetry bout anal probing, write poetry about Worship, write poetry about whiplash, write poetry about getting the wrong end of the stick, write poetry about having the cake and eat it - what else is the point of having the fucking cake in the first place? Write poetry about the darkness within and the blinding fucking light outside
Write poetry about hellfire, write poetry about the coming heat wave and how we all "gonna do something about it" write poetry about seagulls with brain cancer and the water wars ahead, write poetry with led
Write poetry like it hurts, like it fucking hurts, write poetry about sex with strangers you don’t care for, making love to a woman who don’t even appeal to you, write poetry about female rejection and male pre-ejaculation, dirty sheets and early mornings, scratchy pants and bored babies, write poetry about love, as if it still existed, write poetry about dentist appointments and being late to your own funeral, write poetry bout how Im trying to be more me and you, trying more each day to be someone else, write poetry about creative writing lessons for kids with no pen led by teachers with no tongue, write poetry about poets chasing titles as if it was proof, write poetry about people calling themselves poets as if it was an insurance against self loathing, write poetry about rooftops moulding with depression as the city falls asleep another night with no victories and street lamps charge at the Morse code of life and the full moon whispers and the wind cries with a million voices: Write poetry
And I turned around to him and said: “Give me a fucking pen!”