it's ok. written a few years back when I was clearly in a very happy light mood
Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 1:40 am
What a disgusting empty day
when my Baby is too busy
to see me and cheat on her lover
who, himself, is cheating on his wife
(I promised you the Truth
not a moral fucking life.)
What a disgusting empty day
when I walked the park alone
and when a tree fell to the ground
it made no fucking sound
as there was no couple to hear it
- my senses are muted on my own
Compelled to chocolate, dark
and then to poetry, light
Can it get any worse ?
Lacking energy to break glass or furniture,
(consider yourself smashed in principle),
there in the hall, window cracked, door unhinged
Me too
cracked, unhinged
What a disgusting empty day.
The sun's not shining
It's blinding
Bastard weather
My illegitimate sun
And here come the showers
They last for......60 minute periods
Oh you're so desperate for an easy rhyme
Take your fucking attitude
And live out your time
Away from my sensitivity
I'm as dedicated as a coconut
Don't look back in anger
Look forward to anger
Rip your bleeding heart out
As a little gesture
Nothing serious
Turns out nothing was serious
And 1 I don't count
And 2 I don't count
And 3 I don't count
Empty fucking bastard Sunday
Useless, wasted, hopeless, crying, wasted
when my Baby is too busy
to see me and cheat on her lover
who, himself, is cheating on his wife
(I promised you the Truth
not a moral fucking life.)
What a disgusting empty day
when I walked the park alone
and when a tree fell to the ground
it made no fucking sound
as there was no couple to hear it
- my senses are muted on my own
Compelled to chocolate, dark
and then to poetry, light
Can it get any worse ?
Lacking energy to break glass or furniture,
(consider yourself smashed in principle),
there in the hall, window cracked, door unhinged
Me too
cracked, unhinged
What a disgusting empty day.
The sun's not shining
It's blinding
Bastard weather
My illegitimate sun
And here come the showers
They last for......60 minute periods
Oh you're so desperate for an easy rhyme
Take your fucking attitude
And live out your time
Away from my sensitivity
I'm as dedicated as a coconut
Don't look back in anger
Look forward to anger
Rip your bleeding heart out
As a little gesture
Nothing serious
Turns out nothing was serious
And 1 I don't count
And 2 I don't count
And 3 I don't count
Empty fucking bastard Sunday
Useless, wasted, hopeless, crying, wasted