#14 The Ballerina

You sit and admire my beauty

As you gently applaud my grace

Yet my feet are bleeding

And I’m not eating

All for that smile on your face

Poets Of A Generation

I don’t understand why

He said

In this day and age

You’d go back to Floyd, Mac and Drake

To ignore the beauty

She said

Of those who’ve gone before

Would be a big mistake

Artifice

You might be pretty

On the outside

But you’re sure as shit

Ugly within

If only your

Personality

Was as radient

As your skin

(Un) Reality TV

Can
you
turn
it
down
please

Or
better
still

Just
switch
it
off

I
can’t
watch
these
pricks

Vie
for
‘fame’

Like
pigs
at
the
trough

Bottom Of The Class

I
scroll
through
your words

And
realise
mine don’t
compare

For
you all
write so
beautifully

Whereas
I splurge
without
a care

A Messy Job

Why oh why
did I try
to paint
my nails
on a train?

Never will
I attempt
such a
ridiculous
thing again!

Skin Deep

So scathingly
hateful

So achingly
beautiful

It actually
hurts

To turn and
look at you

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