~

I just wanted silence.
Is that so hard to hear?
They misunderstood.
I didn't want them to disappear.

Are you so lost,
In your decadent flowers,
That you can't see a thing
Going on around us?

I can't fix things.
Things that aren't broken.
I wish I was drunk on rain,
I like it better than oxygen.

Are your roots so small,
That you can't even gather,
What little that's left
Of all of the water?

A drunk man's words
Are sober thoughts.
But a drunk tree's words
Say more than a lot.

You hide behind your leaves,
And those twisted vines.
Trying to look pretty.
Yelling that you're fine.

I've got terms and conditions.
Ones not so hard to follow.
Just be a lot quieter,
In your misery, you shall wallow.

But you need water.
You need care.
Otherwise, you won't grow
And you'll die right there.

You can share my apples,
But know this,
I may grow apples,
But I like oranges.

~

Explain or leave

happy stay
why are you crying
why are you crying
you don't love
you don't know
why are you crying
you can't hold on
hide
keep on hiding
why are you crying
you are going to die alone
you can't be with somebody
you don't love your body
why are you crying
can't hold me
you don't know
how to love me

Now, what the hell has just happened to me?
i went to sleep, and felt semi human,
alarm goes off, open my eyes to see,
two mounds where my wee chest should be....

My ****** armpits stink, and have sprouted fuzz,
and there,s hair where my lady garden was,
my beautiful blonde hair is all goopy and limp,
and my face bares a likeness to a spotty young chimp....

When i went up to bed, i loved my dear mother,
now, the thought of a cuddle makes me run and take cover,
and that lanky Josh Owens used to repulse me, no end,
but today all i want is to be his girlfriend....

I suppose i will have to start wearing a bra,
and i,ll have to smile through all the taunts from grandma,
and my father will watch every move that i make,
and i,ll have to conform, for my sanity's sake....

Well, tonight when i lay down my spotty wee head,
i will lie here and wait for the morning, with dread,
with all these transformations,sweaty armpits, hair all grease,
oh dear universe, please help me make it through in one piece !!

(c)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com2018   (re-edited)