Dope New Shoes || Spoken Word – Harley Neville

Dope New Shoes || Spoken Word – Harley Neville


It’s pay day. Just came from the shoe shop yay. But my faith frays as I wander Bondi
The sea breeze sets a serene scene until it turns foul in my face
like the morning breath of my next remorseful one night stand
and I realise I’m just another STI, a Secluded, Torn Individual subsisting simply in the underpants
of Sydney, discontent not because I’m poor but because I’m bored. I struggle with the fact that I am average. I’ll never be an astronaut, I’m not smart
enough. I’m not an athlete, I’m not driven enough,
I’m not a dentist a doctor or a big star, hell I’m not even a little star, Justin
Bieber is infinitely more talented than I could ever hope to be. Although… I have had every opportunity, I’m
a right handed, heterosexual white man, if anyone can excel in Australia, I can. But I haven’t achieved anything. Worse I’m what’s wrong with the world
An overfed, under-stimulated Westerner consuming obliviously while the world rots, every night
I go home and cook, what’s in the pot? It’s a chicken, raised in a cage, tastes
like misery, driven insane by a lifetime of barbarity and I see with clarity what it is
I’m supporting, but in I reach powerless to stop. I’m searching for the answers turns out
I’m the problem probably there’s a pragmatic solution? Well there is, I could buy free range, it’s
simple supply and demand but that would cost an extra three bucks, so… Get fucked. Cos I’m a snoring paradox, an animal lover
who through the power of purchase pays for animals to be tortured and murdered, then
I say nature is important as fill up at the gas station with fuel imported from a war-torn brown nation so I also benefit from racism… I am a carbon copy of what is wrong with the
world, and I come at a huge carbon cost. But I don’t like to dwell on that, I prefer
to identify as a bedroom revolutionary, fighting the good fight from my MacBook Pro until I
walk down to McDonalds in my clothes made by asian slaves and decide it’s easier to
turn my eyes away than face the pain I cause. I mean… I could change the world with the
products I choose… But fuck the slaves in China. How dope are these new shoes?

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