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

Predators

Twenty three years in prison

Is nowhere near enough

For men like you to realise

We are not your ‘bit of fluff’

Slow Clap

Well done you.

Seriously.

I really am

so pleased.

That’s another

innocent person,

you have brought

to their knees.

You’ve achieved

legendary status,

To that we

can all attest.

For when it comes

to fucking people up,

You really are

the best.

Unremarkable

I know
I am no
expert

But I wish
you would
just admit

That your
claim to be
an introvert

Is
absolute
bullshit

You’re
actually
just boring

That is
the truth
of it

Devoid
of all
reasoning

With a
complete
lack of wit

You say
you’re
introspective

To seem
like less of
a lame duck

But your
attempts are
ineffective

As you’re
simply dull
as fuck

The Reckoning

If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused

Then
feel
free
to
look
away

For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up

And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day

E(strange)d

You can say
what you want

But you’re
still a cunt

Your actions
I can’t forgive

For I’ll bear
the brunt

Of your
audacious stunt

For as long as
we both shall live

Ungrateful Bastards

You
have
no idea

How it
pisses
me off

To
hear you
bemoan

What
you’ve
got

When
there’s
some of us

With
no-one
to hold

With
nothing
to help

Keep
out the
cold