Take a fresh Playstation
Add plenty of seasoned frustration
Marvel at the glory of this Machine
Roll a spliff made for Charlie Sheen
Game for 6 hours at room temperature
Squeeze controller until you see hairline fracture
Anger rising to the top
That guy lied to me, the one from the shop
Nothing but coffee flavour in this bag of Revels
Listen to your shoulder devils
Ask Playstation to work the way you want it
Refusal to comply, I miss 8bit
Swing controller like a ball and chain
Look, as its blue eye turns to red in pain
Proceed to dance on Playstation to tenderise
A madman reflected on the screen in disguise
Last salvation is on the warranty sheet
Enjoy, Bon appetit

There are two spoilt children
Both boasting and showing there “might”
Each as childish as the other
Ants watch out! Here comes the magnifying glass!
No wait, that’s a cherry bomb
Look… the other kid is chewing on his rocket pop

One is a self-entitled god that does not take *****
The other is a self-entitled ****
I hate immigrants the fatter one says
Ohh look a pretty immigrant woman,
I think I will marry her
I am a “god” with a fools haircut
With a penchant for assassination

Both lobbing stones across the river
Flexing their jelly rolled flab
Each staring into the others eyes
Silently dreaming, ever sleepless
On each bank a heart drawn in the sand
Crazy loves crazy is what they say

Looking towards the cobwebbed light
Any closer and he may get a fright
Weapon in hand… The brush!
Smokin some of that OG Kush

Lay in wait the spiders did
A fear of these she has since a kid
It’s wings flapping was all you could hear
Even though afraid, for the spiders we would cheer

One after another they would attack
As they fell to the floor, each with a broken back
There was no escape from the entangled death
We stood there in the cold counting his lasts few breaths

My thought process is like a lost dime
As I sit here trying to rhyme
Bored and uninterested
All this time and more I have invested

Pretending gets old quick
I am developing a nervous tick
Looking at a screen and seeing white
Why ohh why am I doing this *****

Slowly figuring things out, my masterpiece
Making the right decisions my joy can only increase
Right…..?

Dependence, playing my heart on strings
Wanting, for the answer to almost all things
Babbling, to my evil twin in my mind
At the best of times he is quite unkind......

My eyes, tightened by unbreakable seams
One by one they pass by, my dreams
The grand adventure of independence
Bad habits putting me on edge and tense

Next week, the week after that, I say
Come on ta **** will ya!
Ok Ok, drugs are bad, M’kay

Her hair was a thousand tiny ballet dancers

with eyes like the rings of Saturn

Her gaze was eternity unfolding

Biting teeth like a box of rusty nails

A mouth as wide as an empty cashiers till

Her tongue was a hangman’s noose

Her neck as long as an angry goose

She had shoulders as high as a wave

and her arms were old bunting in knots

With wrists that held patterns of scars

Long fingers were lost catching stars

Grey fingernails like stained window glass

Her chest was an overcrowded tent

and her ******* were upended top hats

Her stomach was a beached whale about to burst

With a bellybuttons descent into madness

An *** that is clenched fists wrapped in leather

Her thighs were slapped orangutan cheeks

She had knees that cracked like bad lightbulbs

And her shins were nomadic spears

Her feet were deflated blowfish

And her toes were fish heads,

Peeping out from an open can

You’re a good friend and a great liar
Your confidence is a fickle ceasefire
You give others the benefit of the doubt
But you doubt yourself, inside and out
You can dish it, but certainly can’t take it
Mindlessly spitting words of wisdom, your latest smash hit
Words that have weight for other people
But never for you or your clan of Sheeple

You’re a blind babbler, a social shambler
Combatting the voice inside you
This incessant, never ending mind chew
It’s galloping through La-La Land
Thought after thought to beat the band
If you deserve the best, then why don’t you think you do?

You wince at every word that comes out of your mouth.
This journey that inevitably leads south
You’re the envy of everyone else. Can’t you see?
So confident, footloose and fancy free
You have great willpower in the presence of your friends.
On your own, you have none.
Some things are easier said than done