Mis-sold The Dream

Will I
always
be like
this

She
asked

Will I
always
be so
sad?

There’s
no point
asking
me

He
said

You’re not
the only
one who’s
been had

Naivety

When
I was
younger

I
longed
to be
free

But
now I
am older

It’s not
all it’s
cracked
up to be

Misanthropic Me

People
never
cease to
disgust
and
disappoint
me in
equal measure

Perhaps
that’s
why my
life is
full of
discomfort
and
displeasure

Telling Tales

Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea

But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?

You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more

Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore