so here's the thing
about swings and roundabouts
they get you no where
going soundly in circles til
mind is wrapped up
i'm nothing more than a walking arsehole
with shit for a mouth
all energy sucked
all love burned out
fuck
everything
i care too much
for things that aren't there
i read between lines
on a grid
leaving my brain riddled
with false everythings
why are you even talking to me
why does this carry on
relentlessly

just throw me a bone already
or bomb
line my coffee
with poison
and be done.