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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Game of Hearts


Game of Hearts

I don’t play a game of hearts with you
To be perfectly honest I haven’t a clue
It usually happens when I least expect
It just seems to be an adverse effect
Whatever you do or whenever you smile
You send my senses into exile
There’s nothing I can do, and less I can say
So I simply ignore you and walk away

But now you play these games of heart
And I know you think you’re awfully smart
That’ll you do to me as I’ve done to you
And you’re probably right, it’s what I’m due
But unlike you it’s not a game I play
It just seems to happen in the oddest way
But when you take the time and say hello
My head stops it’s race, I start to mellow

And then along you come with your bloody phone
Twiddling and texting and your wireless zone
Thinking you’re great by walking on past
And doing your damnedest to make me downcast
And all the time I do fret as I sit
I know I’m not normal, I’m an awful fuckwit.
Instead of making this easy and helping me through
You confuse me, upset me and leave me askew

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where I stand
But I feel that I’m drowning in a pool of quicksand
And all I can do is wander in circles
With my head in a mess as my confidence dwindles
I want to say hi, I want to reach out
My heart’s in a ribbon, I’m riddled with doubt
So we’ll leave it at this and let it come to a close
Before I rip out my heart to feed to the crows.

Warrior Princess

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The County Side-Show


The County Side-Show

I sit and I wonder, as I watch the smoke rise
And I see the sly glance as you jump to hide
Why in world you’d be so daft
As to indulge yourself in such a ridiculous craft
It’ll do you no favours wherever you go
And it’ll leave you smelling like a dirty oul’ ho
It’ll blacken your teeth and dim your eyes
And leave you guilty of considerable lies
Does your mother know, or your father at that?
Do you think they’d approve and pat your back?
Who do you think it’ll ever impress,
When your lungs are a sodden, cancerous mess?
I’ll tell you the truth as I loved those sticks
That they slow you down, those little pricks
They obscure the thinking with the shite they contain
And without you knowing they create a strain
So give them up now before the harm sets in
Or I’ll tell The Mammy what accompanied the grin!           

Warrior Princess