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Skip the Formalities, Beau Brummell

You fucking disappointment
I can’t entertain you anymore
These stupid states of mind
Punishing me all the time (why?)
But don’t cross your boundaries
And think that it’s cool, misguided
By darkness and lost on the road…


Behind this shell of all hardboiled sensibility

Lies a creature asthenic and meek as can be

Suppressing its mentality with sardonic smiles

As blood drips solemnly on monochrome tiles


Wounded soul that melts into a jaded saccade

Yet amusing them still with halfhearted tirades

A clause, a parentheses, a whispered undertone

I’m (not) okay, honestly, so (don’t) leave me alone


Tribulations on the tongue, caught in a feckless rain

Can’t survive kid, if you’re weak with extraneous pain

Its prosaic personality a palisade of a concealed war

Against shoelaces, razorblades and praying to stars


Mad cry of succour insinuated in one cheeky wink

Faux pas gaffe unraveling slow with arrogant calls

Strike three impertinence, but got no time to think

Won’t anyone catch this avalanche when it falls?


Behind this recherché, jocularity, and insouciant eccentricity

Lies an afflicted dying monster worn and torn and fear-born

Suppressing its insanity with another apathetic remark witty

For its only weapons and barrier against a cruel world is scorn.


But I’m such a sucker for the rain
Here we are crashing once again
Into the centre of your moonlit face
Our caved-in ribs, your tears…

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Prima Donna

Oh, smile for me, won’t you?

The crowds are deliberating

Of playact’s bona fide truth

Stagehands contemplating

The understudy walked out

From such realistic tragedy

There’s no one replacing all

From this ludicrous comedy

The curtain falls a long way

But the night is far from over

Read your lines, memorising

You’ll have time to be sober

An applause frozen in midair

As your mask slipped a while

Ah, they’re still watching, love

So why don’t you just smile?

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Presenting…The Star Of The Show

I’m still the same old fictile jester

Making an utter fool out of myself

Laughed at by cruel tomato pelters

A class-A entertainment from Hell


I’m still the same old freak show

Adorned with ugly crimson scars

A main dollar and fifty attraction

Your most fucked-up golden star


I’m still the same old string dummy

Ventriloquising for false attentions

Puppeting makes me appear funny

In this wooden world discrimination


I’m still the same old bad maestro

Orchestrating all my envoi failures

In a barrage of dissonant calypsos

Ending a cacophonic musical score


I’m still the same old painted harlot

With one foot stuck in sinking grave

Pity her, oh poor girl, I get that a lot

From snarling vultures I have staved


I’m still the same old burnt out actor

Standing in an empty five-foot stage

Masks placed to hide, deceive horrors

Tickets waved by a prop’s appendage


I’m still this delusionary world’s same old national idiot pertained

Wishing in vain to live just so I could wish vainly to die another day

Shame that you couldn’t see who I truly am past this velvet curtain

Too late for the encore—the theatre spotlight’s already closing up anyway.

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Dive in, take a breath
Blow the smoke through the hole in my chest
Still choking on the bed
Found your waste while the ember red
Keeps falling down and burning holes…


I guess I’ll just keep on smiling…

With my pained chest constricting, relapsed into hyperventilating

My befuddled demented mind left all dizzy, my vision broken and blurring

Shivers run down my back constantly, knotted stomach a dull weight

Goosebumps dotting my sickly skin, silver tears threatening to break


Gloomy noose unraveled and left lying on the cold slick floor

Dried bloodstains blotting the carvings of the solid oaken door

Deep dents left by wounded knuckles on the laughing white wall

A ringing phone’s shrill voice screams for attention, an unanswered call


Dark circles and sunken eyes disguised with a thick colourful mask

Shaking voice strengthened easily by a swig on a whiskey flask

Crimson scars covered with haute couture fashion and coats

Pallid complexion barely recognisable under that false fervid glow


It’s careless, it’s thoughtless, for they all think me as flawless

I’d try to convince them otherwise, but I reckon it’s just pointless

With no means to eject this deadly toxin, no catharsis as a cure

This poison further contaminates me, putrid sludge seeping my soul pure


I’m way past my breaking point, but no one would ever expect me to crack

For they perceive me as just a wall of solid steel, a shell of stoic block

So for now don’t break your character, me, and don’t fall down crumbling

Just suck it all in, it’s nothing, I’m okay…I guess I’ll just keep on smiling.

: )


I know that it’s not safe here
You did this to yourself but have no fear
Just hold your breath and swim under…

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