Like A Canary

With my head at rest

On the chopping block

I now think it best

That I start to talk

Fine Dining

Never again

Will I be forced

To visit someone else’s home

Even if that means

Living off chips and beans

And forever eating alone

Dinnertime

I’ll never
go back
there
again

They
can all
just get
to fuck

I’ve no
desire
to talk
to them

As with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck

(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)

If you continue to push this

She said

And I am forced to choose

You really should be prepared

She said

For the fact I won’t pick you

Just
keep
pushing
me

To see
what
it’s
about

Just
don’t
blame
me

When I
finally
lash
out

No.

I’m
not
doing
it.

You
can’t
make
me.

Oh…