They say we're triumphant
and that they'll build us an arch
and we'll be quite thrilled
until they inject us with starch
and
we will look quite stupid
in a central location
holding up the roof in
St Pancras station.

I need coffee.

I believe that what changes is us and that
we probably get fed up with the old us
and decide to make a brand new us,
the old us is rejected in favour of the new us.

a bit like politics
without the *******.

You always count on her
so why not
make her a necklace from the
beads on an abacus
and make it official.

A kiss on the lips
a gun on your hips
who's in control?

She says
you do what I say.

collateral
yeah
there's always damage
and yet
we manage to survive.

I'm surviving until you *******
or until you're *******
but
I'm an awkward cuss.

After some serious thought
I have decided that work
gets a nought out of ten.

jeez
even I got more than that on the Richter scale.

She lived her life like this-since she was fourteen,
Could never tell reality from her daydreams
Until she met disappointment,
that's a good tell,
This isn't wonderland Alice-
its your personal hell
And you can blame bad luck, **** cards, the wrong genes,
At the end of the day
these are YOUR seams.
This is real life,
stitches need upkeep
yet you're so surprised
its not like in your sleep-
where you're adventurous,
mouthy, and tall
Not this anxious ball of anger,
tremendously scared to fall.