Emile Dubois

The desparation that comes from longing to belong

The desparation that comes from the longing to belong.

They sat silently eagerly awaiting his next word.

The self appointed leader, comedian and chameleon.

The humour always at the expense of others

No interest in their backstory, just a cheap laugh.

I detached my brain cells with red wine to take the edge off.

My thoughts fragmented until the awful electrified acoustic pierced my ears.

Losing my religion except the song is a praise to a deity unseen.

I sat under the clock tower, this now had become my seat of learning.

The song goes on and on and on..meanwhile empathy was dying.

Entertain us, subjugate our loss. Take us further from ourselves.

The pointlessness of the spectacle is now apparent..praise god!

Get on the bus and let everybody (the unbelievers) walk