Alma Mater

I
love
that
you
think
I’m
listening

To
all
this
bullshit
you
spout

When
all
I see
is your
forehead
glistening

And
the
spittle
fly
from
your
mouth

Picture Perfect

Continue to enjoy

Your sweet little lives

And act as you see fit

I’m just relieved

I no longer suffer

The toxicity that lies

Beneath it

 

Dumped

All
those
times
I was
there
for
you

I
never
asked
for a
thing
in return

Well
you’re
on your
own

You
self
righteous
cunt

So
perhaps
now
you’ll
learn

Disdain

It would have been quite easy

Had you wanted to commit

To just imagine for a second

What it’s like to go through it

But in the end you chose not to

Which leads me to be blunt

Because of the things you did not do

You really are a cunt

True Colours

What
else
did
you
lose

She
asked

On
the
day
he
died?

All
the
love
and
respect

I
once
had
for
you

She
bitterly
replied

Ceasefire

Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic

Is
enough
to make
you see

That what
happened
to us was
your fault

And you
should
apologise
to me

On (A) High

I
hope
you
will
remember

The
next
time
you
are
sad

I
could
have
been
there
for you

But
you
blew
each
chance
you had

So
now
you
will
find
me

Sitting
in my
ivory
tower
instead

Eating
strawberries
and
glugging
champagne

From
the
comfort
of my
bed

Slow Clap

Well done you.

Seriously.

I really am

so pleased.

That’s another

innocent person,

you have brought

to their knees.

You’ve achieved

legendary status,

To that we

can all attest.

For when it comes

to fucking people up,

You really are

the best.

Flying Solo

Please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

I’ve got a set of ladders to reach,

A saucepan from the shelf.

I don’t need anyone to catch a spider,

I can open my own jars.

I can brew my own keg of cider,

I can order my own food in bars.

So please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

In fact I choose to be single now,

For the goodness of my health.

Letting Shit Go

What’s
the
point
in all
of
this?

Of me
putting
up
with
your
bullshit?

Well
I’m
giving up,
I’m
letting
it go

But I’ll
always be
the better
person,
just so
you know

Bitter

Tell all
the lies
about me
you like

Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite

But half
truths won’t
make people
like you

And they
certainly
don’t make
you right

Done

Fuck you,

And your pathetic little smile.

Fuck you,

And your poisonous bile.

Fuck you,

And your disingenuous chatter.

Fuck you,

For you no longer matter.

At all,

To me.

Week 34

You all think
I’ve forgotten,
but you
have no idea.

I could never
be that tasteless,
or so fucking
insincere.