Know-It-All

What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
stronger

But
it
also
makes
me
sick

So
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arse

You
condescending
prick

The Challenge

Go
on
then

Take
your
cheap
shots

You
fucking
one
hit
wonder

We’ll
soon
see

If
it’s
you
or
me

That
ends
up
six
feet
under

Staid

Is
that
it
now

Are
we
finally
done?

As I
would
like
to go
out
now

And
have
a bit
of
fun

One Way Ticket

What
will
it
cost

To
see
you
off

And
for
you
never

To
return

Whatever
it is

I’ll
take
that
hit

For
a life

Without
concern

Dumped

All
those
times
I was
there
for
you

I
never
asked
for a
thing
in return

Well
you’re
on your
own

You
self
righteous
cunt

So
perhaps
now
you’ll
learn

Disdain

It would have been quite easy

Had you wanted to commit

To just imagine for a second

What it’s like to go through it

But in the end you chose not to

Which leads me to be blunt

Because of the things you did not do

You really are a cunt

Princess

You
claim
to be
perfect

But
yet you
were ill
equipt

To show
any real
love or
compassion

So to
me your
crown has
slipped

Instructions

What
is so
hard to
understand

When
preserving
life is
the goal?

Just shut
the fuck up
and stay
at home

You
complete
and utter
asshole!

Could Be Worse

If I
have
to read

Another
status
update

I think
I will
be sick

I
get
it

You’re
bored

With
nothing
to do

But
stop
moaning

You
selfish
prick

Tory Voters

You may well clap

And call out a cheer

But what have you done

For the rest of the year?

Hearing you support us tonight

Really made me shiver

It’s just so galling that before now

You’ve sold the NHS down the river

On (A) High

I
hope
you
will
remember

The
next
time
you
are
sad

I
could
have
been
there
for you

But
you
blew
each
chance
you had

So
now
you
will
find
me

Sitting
in my
ivory
tower
instead

Eating
strawberries
and
glugging
champagne

From
the
comfort
of my
bed