The Bake Sale

Bringing
along
your
flask of
coffee

And
your
frosted
homemade
cake

Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable

Or any
less
fucking
fake

(Un) Reality TV

Can
you
turn
it
down
please

Or
better
still

Just
switch
it
off

I
can’t
watch
these
pricks

Vie
for
‘fame’

Like
pigs
at
the
trough

Bad Habits

We
really
should

Give
this
thing
up

But
my
willpower
is
fading

If
we
could
stop

Just
hooking
up

This
wouldn’t
feel so
degrading

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

Alma Mater

I
love
that
you
think
I’m
listening

To
all
this
bullshit
you
spout

When
all
I see
is your
forehead
glistening

And
the
spittle
fly
from
your
mouth

O Unhappy Day

I never
thought
you
wouldn’t
be here
today

It’s
still
hard to
accept
that you
went away

Perhaps
you’re
still
with me
here in
spirit

I just
wish
your
presence
was more
explicit

Xxx

That Time Of Year

Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there

Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care

For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown

I’ll
spend my
birthday
home
alone

Wallowing

I
could
lie
here
and
fade
away

I’m
neither
here
nor
there

Not
that
I expect
you
would
notice

Or
that
you’d
even
care

Robotic

Take
that
look
off
your
face

You
can
hardly
be
surprised

You
know
my heart
cannot
race

And
I’m
dead
behind
the
eyes

Fathers

If
we
really
were
your
family

Then
why
the
fuck
did
you
leave?

There’s
no
point
crawling
back
here
now

Begging
for a
reprieve

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

Mythbusting

If
life is
funny
sometimes

Then
why
can’t
I contain
my laughter

It’s the
same as
all that
bullshit
they say

About
living
happily
ever
after

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