an emo...fuckhead...poem

to the loathing i feel
towards them

with team building exercises
of lies

the constant freelance stabs
at one another

mouths can't know when to stop
because it's too

complicated

and it doesn't involve them

to the riddled dart boards
hanging on every pub wall-

and every experience is special


and the dirty birds that
flock to window seals

looking for nuts
unable to think past what's new

the light is still on

the light that makes it easier for everyone
is on

and will stay on
until the Sun burns

no more