Bloodbath

I didn’t ask for your opinion

In fact you’ve got a cheek

Now kindly piss off

You supercilious toff

Or I’ll knock you into next week

Rebuilt

Don’t come crawling back now

Amazed at what you find

For I’m the one

Who carried on

When you left me behind

I Hope You’re Happy Now

My eyes weep
As my heart aches
I hope you’re happy now

My mind breaks
As my guts bleed
I hope you’re happy now

My soul scars
As you leave
I hope you’re happy now

(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)

God’s Plan

Widowed when you're 38

He said

That's my plan for you

Well all I can say to that

She said

Is seriously, fuck you

(Originally Posted 14.4.2019)

Ode To A Cockroach

You have no heart

You have no soul

Just crawl back

Into whatever hole

You came from

And die, motherfucker, die

(Originally Posted 03.08.2019)

Black Letter Days

Are 
you
sure
we're
done
here

He
said

You've
got
nothing
more to
say?

Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse

She
said

Happy
fucking
birthday!

The Queen Bee

Oh, I’ll point many a finger

In order to right these wrongs

But for her I’ll reserve

The most passion and verve

And the sharpest of razor like tongues

Pulling No Punches

You come for me again

My friend

And events will turn apace

Your head will spin

As that shit eating grin

Is wiped right off your face

Punishment

You’d never burn in hell

Would you?

You’re far too cool for that

Shame, really

As it’s all you deserve

For being such a twat

Limbo Affects Lives (1pm)

Let us out

Or lock us in

It doesn’t matter

You’ll never win

For some won’t be told

What to do

You can talk and talk

‘Til your face is blue

But what would help

Is to make a decision

Perhaps then a plan

Would meet less derision

For every day you’re spending

Pissing about like a prick

Lives are needlessly ending

And some don’t give a shit

So come on Boris

Give the public what they want

Just do the job we all pay you for

You fucking fumbling cunt

The High Road

You can fuck off now

I’ve had enough

I no longer care

For this selfish stuff

But you should know

And I mean to be blunt

Maybe I wasn’t always right

But you were always a cunt

Mawkish

You’ll say you miss him terribly

As you bleat and cry and whine

But all I’ll remember is when

You couldn’t stand to be near him then

Even half the fucking time

The Pact

How very dare

You go up there

Without taking me

Don’t you care

Can’t you see

That’s where I’m

Supposed to be

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