Going Out For Hotdogs

I hate it

When you look at me

For all I see

Is pain

But what hurts more

Is I can’t be sure

I won’t fuck it up

Again

Random #29

‘Very few of us are what we seem…’

– Agatha Christie

So you can
empathise
with her

Someone
you only
saw on TV?

But when
my shit hit
the fan

You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?

Well fuck your
social media
petition

And your
boycott of
that rag

Why not look
a little closer
to home?

You
disingenuous
old hag

I look in
the mirror

And what
do I see?

A paragon
of virtue

In a sea of
debauchery

We all
do bad
things
sometimes

Yet not
everyone
is made
to pay

But while
you’ll never
admit your
crimes

Just know
the truth
will out
one day