You Hypocrite

Look out for each other

That’s what you said

Be considerate and kind

Well you never did

When you left me for dead

Whilst I slowly lost my mind

Nowhere Near Over

You don’t know how I feel

You don’t have a fucking clue

And if you think

We’re in the pink

Then I’ve got news for you

Siblings

You may think you’re richer

You may think you’re oh so smart

You may even think you’re better than me

But you’ll never have my heart

The Tirade

Don’t stop me now

I’m on a roll

Saying my piece

Letting it all go

It was you who did this to us

You see

You are the arsehole here

Not me

Dimanches Paresseux

On the leisurely drive

Home to Dussac

I stop in Lanouaille

At le Bar-Tabac

Then it’s across the road

To la Boulangerie

For une tartelette aux fraises

To eat after tea

The Limbic Lament

If alcohol doesn’t soothe me

And music doesn’t move me

It’s no wonder I can’t cope

This crippling anxiety

Coupled with impropriety

Has left me devoid of hope

Money Talks

Don’t just fucking humour me
She said
Actually listen to what I’m saying

But my job is to indulge you
He said
Isn’t that why you’re paying?

Bricks And Mortar

It isn’t really home anymore

It’s merely just a dwelling

Yet if these four walls

Could speak my friend

By God they’d do some telling

The Dry Well

What can you do

When the words won’t flow

When you have exhausted

Every topic you know

Perhaps all there is

Is to put down the pen

And hope that one day

You’ll be hurt again

The Moral Compass

You may have saved me on occasion

But you have betrayed me too

So don’t make out you’re innocent

From what you’ve made me do

Random #164

‘His loneness is his shell and shield

And neither he, nor we, will yield’

– Julie Holder

Depleted

It was easier when I was angry

When I was filled with hate

When I wanted nothing more

Than your head on a plate

It’s harder now I’m ‘better’

As the bitterness subsides

For all I have been left with

Is this hollowness inside

A Done Deal

Do you really hate me

He said

So much that you’d freeze me out

You’ll never see me again

She said

Of that there is no doubt

The Guardian

It does not matter

What I am

It said

From the end of the bed

Just trust that I know

What’s for the best

And I won’t let you

Be misled

High Winds

If all the roads are closed tonight

Then how will I get home

I’m much too scared

And emotionally impaired

To go a night out here alone

Random #163

“A True Maid”

No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose,
I’ll die:
Behind the elms last night, cried
Dick,
Rose, were you not
extremely sick?

– Matthew Prior

Random #161

‘And if you’re in love
Then you are the lucky one
‘Cause most of us are bitter
Over someone
Setting fire to our insides for fun
To distract our hearts
From ever missing them
But I’m forever missing him

And you caused it…’

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