Not No More

I can’t pretend
Not no more
Not no longer
I can’t talk a good game
About numbers and profit
Can’t beam with fake
Excitement at being
Given more of the same
To do
Even the money don’t
Matter
Its potential for
Transformation into
Material things is
Far less important
To me now.

I wanna chase
Rainbows
To the place
Where the
Sunset sky
Meets the horizon
Make music
Sounds and art
Write
And read.
Please
No more of this materialistic
Claptrap of benefit
To no-one
Nowhere.

Escape
Now there’s a thought
Shall I do it?

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