Biding My Time

I’ll keep my own counsel

As they say

And I won’t say a word

Until, that is,

He comes to find me

Then I’ll make sure my voice is heard

Congruent

If I was ever anything

It certainly wasn’t fake

So if you think that’s true

After all I went through

Then that’s your mistake

Fraudulent

Love me a little

Hate me a lot

At least I’m not the one

Who thinks they won

Pretending to be someone they’re not

Thick Skin

There’s
that
old
phrase

‘Least
said,
soonest
mended’

Well
please
feel
free

To say
what you
want
to me

I’ll
never
be
offended

There’s Only One Side

How
much
longer

Must
we
wait

To
put
an
end

To
this
debate

Surely
any
human
being
can see

A
racist,
corrupt,
misogynistic
cunt

Never
should a
President
be

Across The Pond

Get
off
your
arse
and
vote

And
do it
right
this
time
please

Your
country
has,
for
too
long,

Been
on
its
fucking
knees

‘You Won’t Know Until You Try…’

Should
we
accidentally
meet

On that
busy,
bustling
street

Would
the birds
above us
tweet

As our
hearts
skip a
beat?

Or would I just blether on a whole heap of shite because I’m clinically depressed and unable to formulate a meaningful conversation with anyone of the opposite sex since my partner died so you just give up trying to listen and walk away thinking who the fuck was that lunatic and happily go about the rest of your life whilst I retreat back to my house wondering why the fuck I even bothered going out in the first fucking place?

A Waste Of Money

Dearly
beloved

We
are
gathered
here
today

To
witness
this
couple’s
happiness

We
must
remember,
of course,

That
in a
year
they’ll be
divorced

And
we’ll
have
forgotten
all this
sappiness

(Over) Sharing

Well
far
be it
for
little
old me

To
distract
you
from
your
reverie

But
I really
need
to make
you see

Before
I’ve
drowned
in my
misery

Blunt

I
wish
you
were
here
with
me

But
instead
I’m
all
alone

If
only
you
would
write
a letter

Or
call
me on
the
phone

It
would
be so
wonderful
to facetime

Or
if
you
texted
me
instead

But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these

You
can’t

Because
you’re
dead

Solid Doors

If my
life
was a
movie

And
I got
to
choose

I
don’t
know
which
actress
I’d
pick

But
I wouldn’t
be a
beauty

The
nice
guy
I would
lose

And
I’d
end up
marrying
the
prick

Digging For Gold

Kindness
lives
within
you

He
said

Of
that
I am
the
judge

Then
by all
means
try to
find it

She
said

Beneath
the
fucking
sludge

The Silver Medal

This
was
hardly
a fair
fight

And
we
both
know
who
rightfully
won

Yet
I’ll
step
graciously
aside
for
you

As
one
day
the
truth
will
come

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