I watch the chatter of long time friends
The jealousy's blooming
It will never end
The thing that's always been there that refuses to let go
This ***** named jealousy is the only friend I know.

How hard it is to like people, because no matter how hard you try they apparently just don't want to be liked

The cauldrons are churning up in the abandoned attic
The televisions are all promoting a state of perpetual static
The streets are shrouds of smoke filled with folks you've seen
The world itself is a joke when you only feel safe in your dreams

You left us all outside to bleed
So we set out to be a dying breed
We don't need you to get what we need
So if its fine with you we're taking to the streets

Now I don't wanna cause a fuss
But you'll believe in god but not in us

I don't wanna tell you right from wrong
But the way you raised us caused us harm

I tried to write a sonnet once
But only wrote twelve lines.
With number I am ever the dunce,
Make errors of all kinds.
Ten syllables is what’s required
Repeated fourteen times.
It makes me oh so very tired,
Before I find those rhymes.
And now I need a turning point,
A solution to the problem.
It’s time for me to rock this joint
From Cleethorpes up to Rotherham.
It looks contrived does each old poem,
So back to the drawing board I am going.

Paul Butters

he sits
down at the counter
elbows rested on the table and his nails dig into his cheek bones
a woman dressed in black, places herself on the stool next to him
they stare into the coffee mugs put under their noses
he sips the last bit
while she has just started
as he sets the check down and stands up to leave
she grabs him by the arm
and begins to cry
"don't leave"
she pleads
and he takes back his seat
puts his lengthy arms around her
says "it will get better"
without even knowing what's wrong
he's not who she wanted
but she takes the repeating words to heart
stares back down into her cup
and sees every memory
of the one she missed

They all know him
They use him as conscience
There goes the whipping boy
  
And they all loathe him
They treat him like garbage
All loathe the whipping boy
  
They say that they love him
Then beat him senseless
Poor boy the whipping boy
  
His family uncaring
They leave him in darkness
All fear the whipping boy
  
Now who do they turn to
When need to find blame
Point to the whipping boy
  
They beat him and beat him
Until he's insane
That crazy whipping boy
  
Celebrities kidnap him
Then they take turns
****** the whipping boy
  
They laugh at the fact
That he's only thirteen
Ha!  Ha!  the whipping boy
  
His scars never healing
And always they burn
Too bad for whipping boy
  
Let's call him names
And then teach him to learn
Take that you whipping boy
  
His life, it was taken
Before he could walk
Crawl now you whipping boy
  
Also, was taken
His right to talk
Keep tight you whipping boy
  
Maybe the army
Would do him some good
Shoot here you whipping boy
  
Just don't get caught
'cause we know you're no good
We know the whipping boy
  
We'll scare off his girlfriends
Then blame it on him
You're queer you whipping boy
  
No girl for you
Because pictures don't lie
Look here you whipping boy
  
The chains that they use
On his head are so strong
Just bleed you whipping boy
  
When he wakes up
He'll probably just die
Just die you whipping boy
  
One day they looked for him
Nothing was found
Where is that whipping boy
  
We aren't finished
With that joking clown
Give us our whipping boy
  
Who do we blame
Or treat bad when we're down
We blame the whipping boy
  
Half of our fun
Was in putting him down
We want our whipping boy
  
We'll never let him
Forget that he's ours
We own the whipping boy
  
We'll never let him
Forget him, he's drowned
No more the whipping boy
  
Who can we toy with now
Whipping boy's gone
Not I the whipping boy
  
We're very sorry
The whipping boy's gone
Too bad for whipping boy