3211 - Hidden treasure

I've just been looking for poems to read
On Thursday night at Fuel Bar, Withington
After being invited today. Need speed
Therefore to select material to win
The so-called Word Cup poetry slam, book in
Hand in my case, can't memorise jack shit
Not with the other stuff that I'm volved-in
No time, and work besides. Good news - I've writ
(In February) a new rant that's never split
From my lips, spraying spit, bile and kill-weed
I'd forgotten its existence. It turned
Up on my hard drive this evening. Eyes lit
Up as I saw that now there was no need
To write a new poem, because it's done

2502 - Some people

Some people are just friendly, some are not
I can't be bothered if they're not, but I
Am forgiving if they change, I know what
A strain it can be to be friendly, why
Though, who knows, since it seems better to try
To get on than hop off the old love train
And fall prey to fear and suspicion, spy
Rather than engage, rather than use brain
Or empathy, out of the cocoon strain
As if we should all be the same, then plot
How to isolate the reject, bye bye
Happiness for the individual, fry
All your eggs in one pan, just one basket
Of humanity, caskets where dead souls lie