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

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