Had a bit of a shit day today,
Weather its Monday or Sunday I can’t seem to make these problems go away,
Its either one thing after another,
Some days I can’t be arsed to speak to anyone let alone my own mother,
She gets ignored to an I know its rude, tight, not nice,
But for some reason I just can’t help it
Open up my heart take it
stab it , cook it , melt it you name it I’ve felt it

excruciating pain , mind on the borderline of being just about sane,
Wink in the mirror
who’s that twat pulling tongues back,
I’m not asking for much just cut me some slack.

Everything I seem to touch turns to dust its sedimentary,
Scraps of rust pieced together I’m elementary,
a clastic rock waiting to be transported to the place of deposition,
this feels like omission.

Unheeded cries, dry your eyes
Look up to the sky’s  resort to illegal highs,
what’s it all come down to
left to tie your own shoes , find your own way through,
Where’s the end of the tunnel , your left without a clue

Convinced Thers somebody sitting in the comfort of their leather chair at their desk,
Intent on putting things wrong , a list as long as the biggest bone in the human body,
The femur , cooked up in a steamer I’m not to keen on my greens,
I’m a dreamer.