BIG eyes
turtle neck
low voice
what the h*ck

BLOND hair
dark attire
false pretenses
fraud on wire

BAD blood
little prick
tests manipulated
awesome trick


sauntering through the meadows
with the sun shining on its shadows
I stumbled upon my precious soul
and found it yearning
for the world to keep turning
around and around
until my inner peace was found


with tremendous power
you rant and rave
every day
and every hour

blasting noise
like a bloody amp
feel like a soldier
in boot camp

constant fuming
barking at me
may try to avoid you


I want
to be
your plaster
to heal
your broken skin

but you keep bleeding
cause you drank
too much
I think
5 bottles of gin?