Easier said than done
Applause if you can do this
Take a bow
Selfish people have never been my cup of tea
They never will be
Their noses are in the stratosphere or ionosphere
You can be poor and be selfish too
Whatever their consequences are so be it
Surrounding oneself with people like that unnerves me
Where is the exit door?
Snobs just don't cut it with me
Happy and lovely caring people are in my life

Fix bayonets
Fray raiments
Make payments
Throw dice
Get poorly
Sing lowly
Suppose
That's not
So nice
Then linger
Dirge singer
Half chips
Half fried rice.

They say time heal all wounds
And though that may be true
For the majority of scenarios
It’s not an irrefutable fact

For our childhood scratches
May be a fleeting kind of pain
Yet there are some scars that life
Engraves deep within our soul

Like a bullet whose trajectory
Missed my heart by a few inches
But hit a far more damaging target
My very last bit of innocence

Now, when I look into the mirror
Every broken bone lost its meaning
And the echoes of who I once was
Are all that remains to be seen