In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment
Tag: Uncomfortable
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There’s a family of rats
That live down the road
They live on the water
On a cluttered boat
I visit them sometimes
Give them some food
Amuse the mother
Play with her brood
I feel so much better, slumming with the rats
It keeps be grounded, while I saunt the fat cats
The rich ladies in their white houses
Their clean space without mouses
Slumming with the rats
Playing some guitar
Drinking some wine
Laughing haha
Sometimes they come a little too close
Forgetting they’re rats
And I’m the noble host
So shoo them I must
Put them back in place
For a rat has no place within my space -
She looked at his shoulders
Gazed in his eyes
The glint in his stare
Caught her by surprise
She guarded the cave
Until she was sure
The little ones inside
Were to be harmed no more
She let him advance
Watching every move
Until the cubs came in sight
The claws dug a groove
An emergency evacuation?
No! Jugular on repeat
Weakening his heart
Unsteadying his feet
She left him lie by the cave
As a warning to others
Cubs will be protected
Forever by their mother -
Who the fuck does she think she is?
Let’s give her a session of TRE
Let’s get together with the broken rabbit
One one we pulled apart by habit
The one we maimed mute
The one we pushed in soot
The one that saw my colours true
While I’m so busy manipulating you
Come let’s do a ceremony
Come cut these ties
Around my neck
Let’s burn the skies
While the rabbit in her hole
Let’s have a day
Wandering the town
And begin to play
Pretend all is ok
The world doesn’t exist
I am the queen of all of this
I’ll act innocent
Though I broke female code
Stabbing a sister
When she clearly said no
Pushing my needs
Because they’re more important
“I’ve had hard times
Come comfort me Seagoat“
“Is she ok? Oh I understand
Go go go
Go be her man“
I’ve put my stamp
She knows your loyalty
Let’s give her more trauma
To hold eternally. -
The warrior stares at the space
Where her arm used to be
Warm by the fire
Yet still feeling so empty
Riches all around
But still in her mind
Is the battle she lost
Where she lost her pride
Abandoned in battle
Fighting alone
The memories a torture
As she sits back at home
The sadness in her veins
The tears will not flow
The emptiness fill
Her darkest shadow
The queen played her cards
A damsel in distress
Pulling on the strings
Where ceremonies caress
The king chose his queen
When the crier spoke out
“Fighting for what?“
The warrior did shout
Her heart molten lava
Her pain like the current
Pulling her under
The destitute torrent
There will come a day
When the warrior will face the queen
Will vengeance play out
Will she rip out her spleen
Or will the king get in the way
And even the score
The warrior waits patiently
Because she knows this means war… -
He stared at the red hand of his wife
Why are you bleeding?
She looked at his hand holding the knife
I’m sorry, I just have this feeling
They both stared immovable
For her being so naive, he started to shout
Wiping tears with her sleeve, she bowed out
No words can be heard by the deaf. -
Marooned on a desert island
Despairing how she got here
Thankfully she’s not alone
At her side her good friend Fear
Fear looks on with kind eyes
Soothing the relentless shadow
Feeding island coconuts
Making soup out of her bone marrow
The soup tastes so good to the ever delirious
They reminisce of times gone past
They hug until the moon does rise
Then Fear decides she wants to dance
In her frenzy she kills the fire
And accidentally spills the fresh water
It’s ok, it’s not your fault
She tries not to scold her
But Fear is in her element
A whirling dervish in the moon light
Helplessly a surrender takes place
With a gentle fade, Fear wins the night
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