I wish it could be social commentary
But this is just a shallow me, me, me
Craving to care past my egocentricity
But I’m devoured by a pathetic misery
I wish I would stop all the maundering
When no sane ear wants to be listening
In the end, narcissistic throes are all lost
To self-hatred; such irony hurts the most.
shut the door on
and enter that
needle that gets
you in heaven
the pendulum is
for you to hitch
your dress and
clamber up eleven
whinge, no way!
they maunder and
cry, but it’s a ploy
to get them even
never? why, the
only never you know
is, to those nobbled
should never listen.