Harsh words lacked tact
As you attacked
The words spewed out and insults stacked
Fuck upon shit upon dick upon prick
Cunt upon dunce upon snitch upon bitch
A hyper sensitive sensory century
Left me deplored and abhorred with what had been said to me
Tears turned to sniffs as I mulled upon this
Fear turned to hate as I formed a clenched fist
I smashed my own image near the place where I piss
The mirror cut deeply, was this your wish?
The wound was then stitched and the skin it grew back
I still couldn’t heal from your harsh word attack
I’ll hold those words safely here inside my mind attic
Years from now I’ll attack unannounced and sporadic
Victory mine, so sweet, so emphatic
Human nature at worse is a cycling war tactic
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
A figure of speech
Who has my goat anyway?
I want it back
Stop getting on my nerves
It is starting to render me numb
What does that have to do with the price of fish?
It’s basic economics
Bullshit, they’re just sayings
Economics is a different kettle of fish all together
Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today didn’t they?
No I fucking didn’t, I woke up in the centre of the garage floor with a hangover from hell
All I’m trying to say is that every cloud has a silver lining
Hydrogen, nuclear, mushroom
Dickhead!
I want it back
Stop getting on my nerves
It is starting to render me numb
What does that have to do with the price of fish?
It’s basic economics
Bullshit, they’re just sayings
Economics is a different kettle of fish all together
Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today didn’t they?
No I fucking didn’t, I woke up in the centre of the garage floor with a hangover from hell
All I’m trying to say is that every cloud has a silver lining
Hydrogen, nuclear, mushroom
Dickhead!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
End of the rainbow
Did you ever find the end of the rainbow?
No
You got old and stopped caring.
Did you ever get that wish from blowing on countless weeds that looked like candy floss in the garden?
No
You grew up, you abandoned them, and you became a cynic
The silver tongued chicanery of mentors convinced you with science the true nature of rainbows
A homophobic dinosaur, long of tooth and resentful of his own lost youth convinced you that magic was for fairies
And just like that rainbows turned into nothing more than droplets of moisture hanging in the air
Secret wishes of giggling delight that once took flight to a far off land became a pissed off glare staring at a weed spreading its pesky seed over my manicured lawn
And I grew resentfully into myself
An adult
No
You got old and stopped caring.
Did you ever get that wish from blowing on countless weeds that looked like candy floss in the garden?
No
You grew up, you abandoned them, and you became a cynic
The silver tongued chicanery of mentors convinced you with science the true nature of rainbows
A homophobic dinosaur, long of tooth and resentful of his own lost youth convinced you that magic was for fairies
And just like that rainbows turned into nothing more than droplets of moisture hanging in the air
Secret wishes of giggling delight that once took flight to a far off land became a pissed off glare staring at a weed spreading its pesky seed over my manicured lawn
And I grew resentfully into myself
An adult
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