Michael Batchelor's Blog, page 18
March 28, 2024
Being Poor
Being poor sucks
But at least
You get
Moral superiority
Sometimes...
But at least
You get
Moral superiority
Sometimes...
Journalists
There’s two types
Of journalists
The ones who write the truth
at the expense of their bias
And the ones who write lies
at the profit of their bias
Of journalists
The ones who write the truth
at the expense of their bias
And the ones who write lies
at the profit of their bias
March 27, 2024
Cheese!
Smile in a photo
When you don't mean it
And you've immortalised
A phony
Moment
When you don't mean it
And you've immortalised
A phony
Moment
March 26, 2024
The Mountains
I see the mountains
Through the windows
At my desk
And also
On a piece of paper
Taped above the urinal
And I’m starting to
Wonder
If they exist
At all
Through the windows
At my desk
And also
On a piece of paper
Taped above the urinal
And I’m starting to
Wonder
If they exist
At all
March 24, 2024
Isolation
to those seeking isolation
sorry
it’s not the case
you’re reading a book
watching a movie
listening to a song
because you’re seeking a connection
without having
to connect back
sorry
it’s not the case
you’re reading a book
watching a movie
listening to a song
because you’re seeking a connection
without having
to connect back
March 23, 2024
Freedom
We cage our bodies
In buildings
And our minds
In phones
And wonder why
We don’t feel free
In buildings
And our minds
In phones
And wonder why
We don’t feel free
Love Poem
I agonise over
Writing a love poem
For my wife
And hopefully
The agony
Is enough
Writing a love poem
For my wife
And hopefully
The agony
Is enough
The Gloom
There's something
About clouds and rain
The gloom
That fills me
With sunshine
About clouds and rain
The gloom
That fills me
With sunshine
Bystander
There was this kid
In high school
I won't say his name
But he got bullied
By the boys
They would take
The initials of his name
And turn them
Into an insult
And although I didn't
Make up a name
I laughed at many
And for that
Here's my late
And cowardly
Apology
In high school
I won't say his name
But he got bullied
By the boys
They would take
The initials of his name
And turn them
Into an insult
And although I didn't
Make up a name
I laughed at many
And for that
Here's my late
And cowardly
Apology
Special Ed
When I was in
Primary school
I used to play
With the special ed
Kids
We'd play tiggy
And soccer
And handball
Until one day
One of the cool kids
Asked why I was
Playing with the retards
I didn't know they were retarded
And I didn't think they were retarded
But I cared what the cool kids thought
So I stopped playing with them
Maybe I was the retard
Primary school
I used to play
With the special ed
Kids
We'd play tiggy
And soccer
And handball
Until one day
One of the cool kids
Asked why I was
Playing with the retards
I didn't know they were retarded
And I didn't think they were retarded
But I cared what the cool kids thought
So I stopped playing with them
Maybe I was the retard
