You may think
Your cheeky wink
Was both charming
And flirtatious
Yet your inane smile
And attempt to beguile
Tested nothing
But my patience
And I’d Know
You think yourself
Some fucking big shot
But really,
Is that all you’ve got?
‘Cause if what you’re giving
Is truly your best
Then you’re no bigger
Than all the rest
Tickets (On Yourself)
You ain’t
All that
You’re no
High-flier
In fact
You’re a twat
As well
As a liar
The Creep
I know you think
You’re special
She said
I know you think
You’re smart
Strutting your stuff
About the place
Like you’re some work of art
But trust me when I say
She said
That’s not what we all see
In fact in the office
The only hot topic
Is what a twat
You appear to be
We Can All Write A Book, Mate
I’m not jealous
Of your work
Your sales
Or, so called, talent
But you’re just so rude,
Now with your shitty attitude
Becoming more
And more apparent
Sword In Hand
I’m back
She cried
With renewed vigour
As they
Looked away
With a comical snigger
We’ve heard it
Before
They all said
As she
Stood there
And shook her head
This time
It’s true
I’ll have
Your guts!
But deep down
She knew
What a fool
She looked
Cringing
When I read back
On posts like this
I can’t help but curl my toes
It’s like I think
You’re all in the pink
And it’s just me that feels morose
In My Shoes
Bitter
and
twisted
Yes,
that’s
me
But
live
my
life
For a
minute
or two
And so
would
you
fucking
be
(Originally Posted 01.11.2020)
Not Arrogance, But Fact
I always assumed
Because I did it with ease
That you’d find it straightforward too
But I’ve come to realise
In the cold light of day
I was just better at it than you
Pens Down
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry
Only Joking
You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort
To
write
as
much
as
this
Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant
But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss
Hidden Harm
I killed
myself
today,
you knowAnd
no one
noticed
a thingFor
everyone
was far
too busyTo
care
about my
suffering
Grandiose
I’ll always
be the
better
person
But
there’s
no need
to sweat it
I’ll
always
be hanging
around
To make
sure you
don’t
forget it
The Narcissist
Words
can
never do
justiceTo the
utter
hatred
I feelFor all
the pain
you’ve
caused meFor these
wounds
that will
not healYou are
just
utterly
contemptibleTruly
bitter
and
twistedTo try to
make amends
now is
lamentableAs from
now on
you never
existed
The Self Pity Party
So many nights I’ve cried,
Feeling dead inside,
Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.
I can’t help but discern,
Despite all your supposed care and concern,
That you haven’t even noticed.
Out of Shape
In a world full of cubes,
I’m a dodecahedron.
Overly complicated.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 