Tag: cynical

Clean or True

People hate to see you pulling a mood out of a Mardi Gras
But we got plenty of reason to be miserable these days
If you were to view love as a utility
Well this is it ain’t it?
The heroin shot in between your shifts tonight
As he tells you he’s to collect your favourite brand of wine
That little kick you need to get through a domesticated night
A means to an end in the end, yeah I suppose

Is there much to living life clean though?
Cos that’s the hand I got

Another price hike on the bills, another redundancy notice
But you got a safety net
It’s the bath he runs you to cush the blow
With the bombs and rose petals to tease the eyes
As he leaves you to yourself for an hour or two
You don’t love him sure, but you can’t argue against this
Just as well cos he may not love you too
But the smug duty of a man feels so right to him

Is there much to living life honestly?
Cos that’s the hand I got

Sebastian Noël

An Attempt With The Dating Scene In Colchester

I’m really interested in hearing about your favourite TOWIE moment
I’m really interested in hearing about how much you hate your manager
I’m really interested in hearing about your unique reasons
Of why the latest American Hollywood series is ‘tops’

I didn’t think you’ve heard off any activities to get your heart burning
I didn’t think you’ve heard off any song to evoke a feeling inside 
I didn’t think you’ve heard off anything to catch your interests
Outside of reality show tidbits to fill the silence at the water cooler

Of course you look lovely tonight
Of course you look pretty tonight
Of course you look gorgeous tonight
Cos’ you all look so similar

What do I think of your personality?
What do I think of your personality?
What do I think of your personality?
I can’t say I spotted one

Sulking all on your own
Leaning by your skull
On the promotional material
For NVQ 1 graduates in Albeton live

Seeing all the chickens in this coop
Clucking the same old meme’s
Bragging about taking the same old drugs
But look at them leaning on each others chests
Yeah, must be nice…

There’s no point in fighting fate
In fighting the inevitable
There’s no migrating with the herd
No integrating with the school

And if you could take back
A pretty young thing back to your pad
Would it be worth the taxi fare
If conversation dies after you offer a cup of tea
The next morning

*For National Poetry Month – 3/30*