Tragedy

Tragedy me,

Oh alas

You can see it in my face

I made the wrong choices listening to all those negative voices

That I followed and swallowed like a chocolate cup cake whole

Instead of letting it pass my lips

Or spitting it out

I doubt I will ever be able to sort it out

I traded love for alienation

Work for boredom

Depression saturates me like vinegar poured onto chip shop chips

making them soggy

Is any wonder I spit acid

Instead of being placid

and feel groggy

But every tragedy has an end

Maybe I should have a holiday to some country far away!!!