Victim of Junk Culture

A China man went to the UK
Turned a British punk the next day
Leaving old mama in Wuhan
To wonder what’s become of her son

In his punk world he’ll never last
Feeding on excesses and smoking grass
Where all he wants is a smoke, get high and lotsa fun, fun, fun, fun

He’s a victim, victim, victim of junk culture
Where life is a blur with no clear answers
See what it’s done to him when Corey said ‘Never Surrender’
But has he given his ears?

He had not, a junkie he turned
His precious dreams he’s just burned
See what it’s done to him when Triumph also said ‘Never Surrender’?
Wastrel to the world he died

Life ain’t no bed of roses
Even if it is, roses have thorns
So make it worth, you’ve only one life
You’ve gotta fight just to survive
Never yield to the ill winds of fate
Challenge the devil, set him his date

Disclaimer

All literary works published herein are original works of fiction by yours truly who may also assume the pen name of Tomoorow's Child. Any part thereof bearing resemblance to any person, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

Dirty Corridors

Johnny walked down the lane
Saw a battered man on the ground in pain
Turned his head and shrugged his shoulders
And said it ain't his bloody business

The next day he graced the lane again
Tings were quiet and much the same
'Cept that they victimised him this time

Oh please, won't somebody help him
?(Please won't somebody help him?)

These are the dirty, the dirty corridors
Whatever's happened to 'Love thy neighbour'?
Down the drain for we don't care
Society decays in these dirty corridors

Bigotry and machination
To live without, we all must learn
All for one and one for all, let us all now answer to the call

About Claytonia

I have always had an intense passion for the English language and to write creatively.



Starting from essay-writing in school of which I had had several published in school magazines from time to time, I ventured into poetry writing with hope to find tunes to my poems to turn them into songs in secondary school. However, my idea to team up with a classmate to form a musical duo, 'Tomorrow's Child' never quite took off and my poems remained poems..........



Friends of mine who read my writings have suggested that I be a freelance writer. While tempting, I find myself short when it comes to writing commercially 'on demand'. My creative juices just would not flow at will. Hence is born Claytonia as a repository for my writings as and when inspiration should visit me.



It is my hope that you would enjoy my literary works. Do feel free to leave a critique or two, be it positive or negative. Cheers!