‘I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…’
Random #109
“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”
– Friedrich Engels
Not All Of Britain Is Great
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
The Urban Retreat
Now I love a landscaped garden
With plants and flowers sublime
I adore those hills and mountains
And each rugged, rocky climb
I hear the call of the deep blue sea
As I feel it’s power inside of me
But it’s only when I’m on this train
That I know I am coming home again
For within this rubble, dirt and dust
Live the people I can really trust
And I know that each and every time
I’m at my happiest in amongst the grime
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 