Saturday, 24 April 2010

barbie

They tell me about how they've tried to find
The perfect girl with blue eyes kind
And golden locks and a figure fine,
And a yard wide smile with teeth that shine
So, mainly, sexy, popular and rich
Doesnt matter if she's not a bitch
A large catalog of trivial things
Is what they believe true happiness brings
But I really havn't the heart
To tell them what to you I will now impart
That this girl exists, gathering dust,
All pretty and blonde with large bust
Just sitting lonley opon a bedroom shelf,
Hi, barbie's her name - i'll pass myself
She's hollow and plastic and lacks a brain,
With millions of copies of her all the same.

Friday, 2 April 2010

something

A tiny tug and a loud heart thud
All slowed down. And a lungful of mud
Catch quick breath to loose it again
For fear and fear of fear are the same
Then takes and blocks your throat to speak
Averts your eyes, forces your knees weak
With pumping blood
And tear ducts flood
The only thing left to hear
Is the fear, the fear, the fear, the fear.