The sound of the siren curls like a question,
spinning through concrete veins.
Mist settles like smoke from a lie,
wrapping rooftops in guilt,
truth leaking out, no doubt.

Ey *****, what you say now?
The quick brown fox jumped over and dropkicked a lazy red faced little cow.
Ooh—million attempts at what, a vow?
You think that pretty little grin,
that “look at me!” skin, with a smile
that tooty fruit troll-face is your win?
Was that enough to stall the fall,
to silence the cracks
in the mirror you crawl? Or get your sad little point through a crooked corridor door, what a bore.

Fake shouts—“Oh me!”—
****, the picture hangs skew,
Don't you all see, come quick have look
I think it's the cover of a old stolen book
but you?
Still posing like it's new,
like you bought it
taught the paint colour in a shade,
Come put on a parade.

Sirens scream,
ambulance or wambulance, who knows?
I called it for you ! 911 what's your emergency?
A thief stealing stained glass and borrowed hymns / from cello kids in cathedral whims

We hear you loud and clear.
It's me ma –it's me ma – it's me ma !
the sound of the siren in the distance while mist settles truth in a darken hue of blue red blue
just oh so clear
words they disappear.

Lights—camera—play your part,
the damsel routine,
the broken-heart art.
Sending smoke signals
into the void,
hoping someone out there
feels annoyed enough to care,
while you hang onto a distant stare.

Look everyone—flatter her
while she’s battering,
Chattering
but truth?
Yeah, satire packs it in
like a left hook to your chin.

You think you’re special, huh?
Tooty fruit troll with a borrowed soul,
dancing all night in knockoff roles,
under gallery lights you’ll never know,
painting tears you moan and groan
never own.
Living in a glitch of an AI dream,
Minimal with a lisp
just a blur in a comment stream.

You shout so loud
for your petty crowd,
like this song must be you
Bet you think this song is about you too
Dupe do dube doo
Maybe it is.
Maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s just a monkey
at a five-card standoff
Raised the stakes
flinging ****
at signs it forgot.

Either way,
I couldn’t give two *****.
Not three, not four.
**** girl,
you inspired even more.

Chum-chum, here he ****
crusty knight in silicone armor,
itchy little *******,
twitchin’ for trauma,
chasin' **** like karma.
Old ******* always show up to rescue
anything with cleavage and a crisis menu

Then he sends you a drive-by "flex" / like he’s living in the ******* Ritz
running for any pair of ****
dam don't wanna sound ******
that’s twenty "likes" right there,
ain’t that the bitz?
Ah just so silly
Not even a real brit
But he give you a "like"  for a ***,
excuse the wit..

Night or day,
your words decay.
Lovers brawl,
no one’s wrong
but I’m still right,
because I don’t belong
to your broken juries
or boo hoo storybook flurries.
They didn’t hang me
they found you wanting.
So fix your shoes.
Get braces.
Chase your high
at the soapbox races.

Boop-boop-de-doo,
cry me a meme.
I don’t fit your box
I reshape the dream.
Turn corners to clouds,
make square roots bloom
in the garden of my mind,
where there's no room
Kazoom.

You thought the judge would swing your way
as you wagged your finger,
tried to slay.
Hey hey hey, lie Barney rubble
But turns out fate had a line or two,
No trouble double double
and now the curtain’s drawn
on you,
maybe you should get a clue?

I’m no status, do I look like facebook
looking for likes, looking for fights
stars and fake blends
No hashtag trend.
I don’t bend
for clickbait or dead-end friends.
I write for the real,
for those who feel
not ******* in trash bags
with fake flags
and empty mags,
not turds in windsocks

Stamp your feet, scream your shame,
twirl like a TikTok caught in flame.
“What you trying to ******* do?”
Here’s a suggestion:
*******.
Kiss a frog.
Post it on a blog
choke on a log,
“****-sing your lies like a sad lil cartoon”
Bet that your kinda thing too.

Here’s my *******,
signed in Sharpie
Big, loud, and bright:

****. YOU. FULL STOP
While we all have a laughie.