I know
I only
Just got here
But now
I can’t wait
To leave
I know
It’s been
About a year
But from you
I still need
A reprieve
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know
I only
Just got here
But now
I can’t wait
To leave
I know
It’s been
About a year
But from you
I still need
A reprieve
To find out if
It’s eternal damnation
Is the worst kind
Of anticipation
Bad News
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
(Originally Posted 15.09.2020)
As the calendar page turns once more
We are granted our reprieve
Thank you so much Mariah
Now you can fucking leave
Take that whiny choirboy with you
And that dick who thinks he’s Elvis
Bing and Bowie can piss off too
With their ‘pa rum pum pum pum’ bullshit
We’re happy to wave you off John
Although your message is appreciated
Best take your mate Paul with you though
Before we have his keyboard castrated
It’s time to step out and away now Elton
With The Jacksons, Jonah and Chuck
And as for the ‘NYPD choir’
We couldn’t give less of a fuck
We’ll really only miss you George
Like we do nearly every day
So perhaps, this year, we could keep you
Instead of giving you away
Do you think you can trust again
He said
Perhaps offer a little reprieve?
There really is no point
She said
As people always leave
This bed’s not big enough
For the both of us
So I’ll be the one to leave
We should just be glad
For the time we’ve had
And the little bit of reprieve
If
we
really
were
your
family
Then
why
the
fuck
did
you
leave?
There’s
no
point
crawling
back
here
now
Begging
for a
reprieve
As
the
sun
slowly
rises
What’s
the
point
in
going
to bed?
It’s
not
like
sleep
Gives
me
any
reprieve
From
the
voices
in my
head