The List

There are skeletons in my closet

He said

But nothing complicated

That’s the problem with mine

She said

Most of them are naked

Transgressions

In the beginning

I would always try

To be as honest as I could be

But in the end I fell

So far from the truth

That the line was a dot to me

Solo

Time flies

When you’re having fun

That’s why it’s still midnight

As I’m having none

Uncovered

All that time

I blamed myself

When you were the one who lied

You have no idea

How much I wish

It wasn’t him, but you, who died

Haywire

One minute I’m up

But then the next I’m down

It’s really hard

To fake this smile

When it’s easier to frown

Crocodile Tears

Go ahead and cry

Motherfucker

I really wish you would

For we’ll see tomorrow

If this little stage show

Has done you any good

The Expert

You just have to remember

He said

You can’t pour from an empty cup

Well mine is smashed to smithereens

She said

So how the fuck do I fill it up?

Insurance

What is it going to take

He said

For you to open up to me?

Another bottle of wine for starters

She said

And a money back guarantee

Protection

Why don’t you tell him what happened

He said

Instead of just writing it down

Because I don’t want him to know

She said

I couldn’t bear to see his frown

Self Talk

If I don’t talk about myself negatively

She said

Then I’ve got nothing much to say

Well perhaps I can try to help you

He said

See yourself in a different way

Grief Counselling

Why did you come here

He said

What exactly did you expect

Well they told me if I did

She said

That I’d feel less bereft

The Old Crone

Please

She said

Pay me no mind

And try not think of me unkind

For I am

She said

To madness inclined

And peace I can no longer find

Bodily Functions

If I could

He said

I really would love

To lie with you forever, like this

Really

She said

I couldn’t be arsed

Now shift – I need a piss

Conflicting Stories

I gave you everything I could

He said

Even if you don’t remember it

You gave me hell, heartbreak and hepatitis

She said

And your dope was shit

Rolling Out The Red Carpet

Presenter 1: ‘And the award for the biggest lie of them all goes to…’

(drum roll)

Presenters 1 & 2 in unison: ‘…I’m Fine!’

(applause)

Voiceover: ‘And collecting the award tonight are Honestly and I Promise, who both played a key role in supporting I’m Fine in the 2020 film ‘How Are You Today’

Up Front

Go on then pal 

Unbutton your flies

Let's see what

You've got tonight

Does that bulge

In your jeans

Really mean

What I think it means

Will you actually have

Enough in there to please

Or are you just

A pretentious tease...

Bluntly

Do you believe in soulmates

He asked

As he lay back in the bed

No

She said, bluntly

Now can we just fuck instead

Cheapskate

You may as well keep the ring

He said

I’ve got no use for it

I’d rather keep my dignity

She said

Than this worthless piece of shit

My Advice

Do as I say 
Not as I do

I wouldn't
want this pain

Inflicted
on you

(Originally Posted 10.03.2019)

 

Best Fri(end)

I
never
thought

This
would
be

How
all
this
would
end

Me
living
here
alone

Without
my
best
friend

(Originally Posted 21.06.2019)

‘Blue Sign’

I was doing really well today you know.

I got out of bed at a reasonable time.
I sang to myself in the shower.
I put on different clothes.
I remembered to fed the cat.

I cleaned the bathroom.
I threw out the stale food from the fridge.
I washed the bed sheets.
I took the rubbish out.

I went for a swim.
I started listening to a new podcast.
I went shopping in the afternoon.
I even flirted with the man who served me.

And then I drove past the blue sign.
And the sky fell in.
And I remembered everything.
And my heart shattered all over again.


(Originally Posted 11.03.2019)

Black Letter Days

Are 
you
sure
we're
done
here

He
said

You've
got
nothing
more to
say?

Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse

She
said

Happy
fucking
birthday!

Tussle

I don’t want to just be friends

I don’t want to let this go

You may be able to walk away

But this is all I know

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

Self Portrait #1

Both a rhymer and a charmer

She only sticks around for drama

Writing with a screw loose or two

She isn’t scared of an expletive or few

Mourning the loss of her true love

She knows there’s no-one up above

Kind, caring and empathetic

She isn’t very sympathetic

Often scathing but often witty

She has a penchant for the nitty gritty

Sometimes joking sometimes smart

She weeps with her broken heart

Enamoured with music, wine and song

She knows with those she can’t go wrong

Shaking Spears

‘When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions ‘

‘Tell me about it, my friend, that’s why we deserve fucking medallions’

What I Should Have Said

Get to fuck

You piece of shit

I will not stand

For any more pish

You think you’re it

But it’s just a front

You’re nothing more

Than a self serving cunt

As If

What’s
that

I
hear
you
cry

Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep

I
wouldn’t
piss
on it

If it
was on
fire

You
fucking
egotistical
creep

With A Wink

You
really
are

He
said

Without
doubt

The
most
depressing
woman
I’ve
met

Really

She
said

That
is a
shame

As
you
ain’t
seen
nothing
yet

Oldies

Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t

We
were
hardly
even
the
old

But
if
we
met
again

I’d
still
be
your
friend

If
the
truth
be
told

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