Make Your Mind Up

You always beg me

Not to go

Whenever

I try to leave

But if I stay

You’re quiet anyway

Then I’m the one

Feeling peeved

Just Kids

I really don’t mean to be harsh

Or in any way uncouth

But there’s nothing

More fucking annoying

Than the innocence of youth

Don’t just fucking humour me
She said
Actually listen to what I’m saying

But my job is to indulge you
He said
Isn’t that why you’re paying?