“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
21st Jun 2024 – Submitted to RagTag Daily Prompt
I feel ill
I feel ill
Eating my tea
Watching telly
I feel ill
I feel ill
Watching operations
And human mutations
I feel ill
I feel ill
You’ve got it all but you want more
To walk on everyone across the floor
Your life is made, that’s not enough
It’s so easy you gotta make it rough
All your friends you’ll lose
Everyone you will abuse
There’s nothing for you to choose
But you know you can’t refuse
Small offers
From smaller lovers
You’ll be the one who suffers
At the hands of others
You came ’round yesterday
Now I want you to go away
You don’t have a thing to say
I wasn’t listening anyway
In for a beating
I need mistreating
Stick me, stick me
Stick me one and I’ll stick you
Stick me again and I’ll stick you two
Sex and violence, a moral threat
More like a moral treat with no regret
My only trophy
Is a souvenir
A Charles and Di mug
Full of beer
Never won a race
Always the slowest
Always the loset
My cup never overfloweth
Walk the street
See the pumping jerks
And hear macho beats
Wearing open shirts
Medallion amongst hairs
Mirror men in the bogs
But even they have to stop
To watch humping dogs
Why does it always happen to me?
Someone comes along and makes me happy
Then they disappear like they didn’t care
And I feel let down, deflated of air
I guess I expect too much
And my pride gets hurt
I never ask for much
But all I get is dirt
Where’s the romance? The candles and flowers?
On moonlit verandahs talking for hours?
Where’s the romance? Lost in bed?
There’s no romance cos love is dead
