With inspiration from Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” and John Cooper Clarke’s “Twat”
Like some sick infected creature
Seeking shelter in the night
I’m a sore excuse for patience,
When you’ve sucked it all from sight.
Like a sagging little snot rag,
You’ve been filled with lots of goo
And the green unwanted dust
Of other peoples’ misfortunes.
Does my cheery face confuse you?
Does it make you feel upset?
Would you rather I applaud my fears,
Or cheer them better yet?
Is it pleasurable, my dear,
To pour your heart out to the mist?
Something fading, something passive,
That could not care more to piss?
It’s so pitiful to watch you
Waste away with grief and shame
But I think it’s kind of funny
That you think I caused you pain!
For those fools who think your moping
Is a reason I should care
Don’t know that your trembling fingers
On my head have trapped my hair.
You’re a lecherous town crier,
Crying verses made of air
First a snivel, then a current,
Then a typhoon of despair!
Oh dear brother with your moaning,
Find some well to drown your cries
We won’t hear you on the bedrocks
And you’ll still be none the wise.
Are you quite sure you’re unneeded?
Are you quite sure you’re a pain?
Well I think you’ve struck sound reason, love,
Cause I feel just the same!
Copyright 2016 Golden Star Poetry