Adolescence

All the nice girls hate me,
passing by too hasty.
Oh I feel so lonely,
no one ever phones me.
Everything is boring,
am I not adoring?

Grow up.

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Mock

Why do you patronise my friend?
He’s above you in every way.

You don’t need to sympathise,
I can feel sorry for myself.

You will try to understand,
but I can understand you
more than you will ever know.

Religion

Santa.

In racing red.
His free white spirit flows.
Bearing gift-wrapped promises of happiness.
Offering greed and gluttony.
Temping us to believe in him,
buying in to him,
sell our souls to him.
Deception into false belief.
He has horns.

The Devil.

Growing Up

So that’s the way it is.
Take my blood,
I’m happy to give,
in the festive colour.
Smear and smudge it.
Paint your feelings with it.
I don’t care anymore.
I don’t need the questions.
I don’t want the answers.
I never understand them anyway.