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Milkman
I love my dad
I wake to see him leave for work
Bothered, busy and a berk
Hat, keys, a kiss for mum and gone
The door shuts but opens again oddly
To whom has the pleasure so fondly?
A mother knows best it seems
As the Milkman’s round
What would dad say?
What should I say if anything at all?
It's not my place to feel so small
Holding the atomic smash of a b...
Monday 6th October 2025 1:21 pm
DISLOYAL
Dis respectful dishonestly dissing others dissing me
Distancing me
Dishonouring me "Ere we go "
Take away the 're we' Ego
Thats all it is
It needs to go
Pack its bags and send it away
You're cooler without it by the way
I'm organic no fertilisers home grown fresh soil
Your beautiful soul see's me as beautiful
Your untrusting ego sees me Disloyal
Tuesday 19th January 2021 12:47 am
The Game Changed
Walking down this endless road,
Never knowing which way to go.
Each path seems dark,
each breath
harder than the last,
constantly hiding from the past.
I try to find the strength to move on,
But each time I do, you still want to have
your fun. When will it sink in?
You will never win.
I’m done playing,
You might think you’re staying.
Truth is you’re as temp...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 9:40 pm
I thought
How u go do a ni$$& like that
How u go stab a ni$&@ inna back
Thought that you really loved me like that
F@$& yo spine I had ya back
Now I’m looking forward I ain’t going back
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:30 am
My Beautiful Lie
I hide behind a lie forged by my hand,
Before this chiseled frame,
Beyond the perfect shell they will not see my deceit
Thrown acrimoniously at their feet.
But they love the lie, the truth would only disappoint;
Disarray their shallow intentions,
After all, my invention pleases them
So why not let them drink up the joy
That it possesses? It impresses their eyes,
How the lies...
Friday 17th May 2013 3:26 pm
Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm

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