Emma Sharn's Poetry

'Swap Genders' Poetry Paperback. €5.00

2010-01-28T14:37:00.000-08:00

75 poems about general life, sexuality, and humour!

'Escape' Poetry Paperback. €5.00

2010-01-28T14:29:00.000-08:00

32 poems about abuse in all its forms; mental, physical and sexual.

What Home Is

2010-01-28T14:16:00.002-08:00

Home is where the heart is,

and where each brand new start is.

For plans and dreams and pain,

with everything to gain.

A haven for the brain,

to keep you safe and sane.

For peace of mind and happiness,

and shelter from the rain.

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Weirdo

2010-01-28T14:16:00.001-08:00

Oh weirdo knocking on my door, you rang my bell five times before.

Late at night, before lunch hour, no privacy, you take my power.

Too afraid to tell you no, instead I wait for you to go.

I nod and smile, I’m too polite, you take advantage of my plight.

I do not know how to say, ‘oh you weirdo go away!’

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Unwanted Gift

2010-01-28T14:15:00.001-08:00

Somebody has given me a present I don’t want,
before they guess what I am thinking, I put on a front.
Now I have to smile, and look so grateful when I'm not
especially because it’s free, and I don’t have a lot.
It is really useless and I wish I could return it,

my house is full of clutter, it would make more sense to burn it.
I’m too scared to pass it on, in case it gets discovered,
I would rather die than let my secret be uncovered.
The value of our friendship is much greater than the truth,
besides if they found out, I’d be afraid they’d hit the roof.

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Tour Guide

2010-01-28T14:14:00.000-08:00

I’m a nice lady who works as a guide, in this tourist place.
You wouldn’t look twice if you think I’m nice, but I can show my nasty face.
I have a plan, assertive I am, I’ll tell you ‘No cameras in here.’
I’ll get the result that you want to bolt, my manner makes you shed a tear.
I have such power, at you I will glower, authority does make me high,
if I am firm then maybe you’ll learn, my manner is far from shy.

I cannot be nice with eyes like ice, as I angrily storm your way,
using bad tone as I dig with my bone, I like to ruin your day.
I add sarcasm to kill the orgasm, of you enjoying this place,
only you know how I let myself show, as I am rude to your face.
It’s not about photos not being allowed, I know you don’t mean any harm,
but it made me feel good like no staff ever should,
to spoil your mood with this charm.

Treating you like a child, I’ll drive you wild, by snatching your dignity,
now you won’t come back for fear of attack,
I should have been nice and just smiled.
You cannot say that you had a nice day, my malice flew round in your head,
I was so mean, now you’re not very keen,
the thought of it fills you with dread.

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The Queen Bee

2010-01-28T14:13:00.000-08:00

The Queen Bee of the office, is employed to tell you ‘No’.
The second you are seen, you are assessed as friend or foe,
you will not be spared, if you don’t take the hint and go.
Everything you say, she does her utmost to ignore,
God help you if you’re adamant, and try to argue more.
Obviously you have never met her kind before,
she takes a step towards you, pushing you back through the door.

Don’t mess with the Queen Bee, she’s more powerful than you,
with a veneer of politeness she assumes you won’t see through.
She stares at you in silence, hoping to intimidate,
and then repeats her answer ‘No,’ till you run for the gate.
Even when you prove her wrong, she tries hard to deny it,
her job is to wear you down, make you feel like an eejit.

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Sum Story

2010-01-28T14:12:00.002-08:00

Oh maths is really not a joke,

I strained my brain until it broke.

My brain is like a one-way street,

but new ideas I have to meet.

From this black hole I won’t retreat,

I will not admit defeat.

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Spectacles

2010-01-28T14:12:00.001-08:00

My glasses are spectacular, don’t you think?
Before I got them, I couldn’t see a wink.
It made me start to wonder, how they ever got invented
by some poor sod who couldn’t see, and that drove him demented.

So he stared in sorrow at his glass cup in the morning,
held it up into the light, as he screamed out a warning,
‘I am gonna throw this, I am sick of being blind!’
and hesitated just as it had crossed his clever mind,
that this glass was the cure for sight,
the technique he must find.

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Snob

2010-01-28T14:11:00.001-08:00

You are so judgemental; you take me for a fool
you think I’m not intelligent, if I’m not from your school.
If I was, then you would give me much more dignity
that wouldn’t be worth anything, for how you treated me.

I saw your true colours, when you thought I was beneath you
so now I’m on your level, I demand that you continue.
Attitude is everything, and so is honesty,
so if you can’t do either one, you won’t get through to me.

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Smoking

2010-01-28T14:10:00.000-08:00

I’d love to give up smoking, but I cannot stand the pain.
I quit fags for a minute and then I go insane,
so I feel like a failure when I need to smoke again.
I block my ears to people who have given up so far,

I try not to imagine how my lungs are full of tar.
Out of sight is out of mind, it’s me who bears the scar.
I’ll stop when I am ready, I will gather strength again.
I know that it will happen, so it doesn’t matter when.

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Shame on You

2010-01-28T14:09:00.000-08:00

Shame on you for being mean and spoiling peoples’ day,
showing such bad attitude after tourists pay.
You stormed across the floor to me as if it was a race,
not content with being firm, you glare right in my face.
Your manner was quite hostile as you snapped ‘No cameras here’
using a bad tone of voice, controlling me with fear.

You didn’t just inform me that no photos are allowed,
you reprimanded me as if I was a naughty child.
It was so demeaning, I was really quite put down,
and then you were sarcastic, which really made me frown.
Why couldn’t you just tell me of the policies in place,
what did you need to prove by showing such a nasty face?

It wasn’t very welcoming to be attacked this way,
it spoiled my enjoyment, I was having a nice day.
I feel that as a tourist I am really being used,
as after I have paid the fee, I’m just getting abused.
You won’t gain in the future, I won’t let you do this twice,
you would have got more custom, if you had been nice.

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Scumbag

2010-01-28T14:08:00.002-08:00

I am a scumbag and I am a leech,
I come prepared with my little speech.
I’ve no self respect and I have none for you,
show me some kindness that I’ll misconstrue.

My best card is the sympathy vote,
I get you to weaken from being a goat.
I’ll cross all the boundaries that you have set,
teach you a lesson that you won’t forget.

I suggest actions that I make you take,
crossing me might be your biggest mistake.
Don’t call my bluff because I’ll fall apart,
I’ll have to begin the same game from the start.

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Scrounger

2010-01-28T14:08:00.001-08:00

I am a scrounger, and I am a cheat,
I cannot budget, so I’m on the street.
I won’t change my ways, I go begging instead
alienate all of the people I led.
It’s not a question of whether I’m fed,
how I am broke is a question I dread.

I make you feel that you have to give,
taking advantage, so that I can live.
I’m not always humble, at times I’m a pig,
I have no shame, and at you I will dig.
I ask you now why you won’t donate,
even though it’s not my right to dictate.

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Pub Owner

2010-01-28T14:07:00.001-08:00

I’m a pub owner, and I’m your best friend,
the minute you’re broke, our friendship will end.
On alcohol I will make sure you depend,
I dictate how much you will spend.

I listen to stories, and smile and pretend,
even though you’re driving me round the bend.
To feed your addiction means profit to me,
beyond euro coins, no more do I see.
I am everyone’s local drug dealer,
I may put you in need of a healer.

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Prude

2010-01-28T14:06:00.000-08:00

Just because you are a prude, don’t try to censor me
I’ve had enough of watching your superiority.
Why do you expect my thoughts to be the same as yours?
I’ve had a different life to you, including all it’s wars.
Who are you to judge me, you have never seen my shoes!
Let alone step into them, of course you cannot lose.
It must be very easy for you, looking down at me,
when I have hit the floor of life, and you are floating free.

The next time that you judge me, and assume I’m being crude
listen to the point I make, you’ll find that it’s not rude.
Some things need to be described, in words quite loud and clear
otherwise it’s lukewarm, and the point does not come near.
It’s me who is the artist, only I can think my thoughts
no-one else can write them for me, when I’m out of sorts.
In any case, I do not read them out for your approval,
and I really do not give a damn, if you think I’m a fool.

The only thing I care about is being who I am,
developing my nature, as much as I can.
I can tell you something that you may not know before,
I had a life of censorship and headed for the door.
I had a great deal of abuse and many tragedies,
my life has qualified me to say what I want, with ease.
After what I’ve been through, I won’t pussyfoot around,
I refuse to be afraid to ever make a sound.

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Pricks with Power

2010-01-28T14:05:00.000-08:00

A penis behaves like someone with power.
When I get close, it stands like a tower.
Aroused at the prospect of putting me down,
you get an orgasm making me frown.
You live in hope that I’ll run from the town,
you don’t approve of each verb and noun.
My work isn’t poetry, it’s a disgrace,
it’s funny how you can’t say ‘no’ to my face.
A rejection letter maintains your elation,
multiple orgasms for the nation.

You’re so conventional, such a closed mind,
I know you enjoy being very unkind.
I think you imagine your shit doesn’t stink,
or that you’ve never had sex, wink wink.
Before you ejaculate, do you restrict
all the enjoyment of being licked?
Or when you poo, do you feel ashamed
that wiping your hole is very untamed?
Oh yes, I’m the one who is vulgar and dirty,
you must remind me that I made you shirty.
My words are blunt, so the meaning is clear,
no I won’t use metaphors, I face my fear.

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Potter About

2010-01-28T14:04:00.000-08:00

I love to potter about, a hobby I can’t live without.

It comes naturally to me, and when I do it, I feel free.

To shape and mould and bake, exciting things I make.

So proud am I to be, the Queen of Pottery.

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Poor You

2010-01-28T14:03:00.001-08:00

You are so impatient, and you’re getting vexed with me
but it’s justified, as you are stressed today you see.
Because you’re a ‘professional’ you cannot kick and punch,
so when I came along, you thought you’d eat me for your lunch.

Get out your frustration, go on, spit it out at me
I love to be your toilet bowl, I have no dignity.
I’ll pretend to play along, now I am your fool
we’ll pretend that it’s okay, to let your malice rule.

Your stress gave you all the reason, that you’ll ever need,
to do these things to people, and try to make them bleed.
I have smiled in sympathy, I hope it plants a seed
when I come back tomorrow, I might see a change indeed.

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Poison Pie Lady

2010-01-28T14:02:00.000-08:00

Poison Pie lady, my god you are shady.
The way you treat everyone, you are no lady.
Openly telling me, you resent others
after the nightclub, dragging their lovers.
‘That never went on, not in my day’
What planet are you on? Are you here to stay?
Your shop is open 24 hours,
I pity anyone under your powers.
The pie I had bought, I thought it was cheese
the smell it gave off, would never please.
It turned out to be chicken and mushroom,
the next 24 hours were full of gloom.

I was so sick from it, I couldn’t twitch
it got me to thinking that you were a bitch,
is this how you punish the locals who party?
After midnight, god help all the tarty!
I think you’re a virgin, if cooking’s to go by
the way to a man’s heart, it ain’t through your pie.
I know you’re frustrated, you hate young’ uns freedom,
when they misbehave and get loud, how you hate ‘em.
They come in the shop just to tease you with malice
perhaps you deserve it, your shop is no palace.

It’s not just the pie, all the chips that you fried
were so full of sunflower oil, they had died.
I barely picked one up with my finger
‘twas dripping all over, the grease did linger.
The oil even stained the brown paper bag
now it resembles a slimy wet rag.
For others it’s easy, they’d just blame the drink
and come back next week, unable to think.
You are the vulture, to punish with hate
all the young rowdy ones who irritate.
Your day is coming, when someone will sue
this poem is telling you what you must do.

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Poet

2010-01-28T14:01:00.000-08:00

Here is a poet who is such a bore,
let me escape, I can’t take any more.
When we all clapped, I thought that was the end,
of feeling the need to act and pretend.

Just listening tortured me into a sleep,
I fell to the floor in an agonised heap.
I look around for a clear path to go,
if I’m discreet, nobody will know.
It would be wise not to stay till the end,
because if I do, I will go round the bend.

Phone Manner

2010-01-28T14:00:00.000-08:00

Each time I find an asshole like you, I consider it material for my art.
Get yourself a patient phone manner, or is that too much of a new start?
The line went off, on and off, just as you recited a number.
I asked you to repeat, saying “Sorry” all the time.
I gave you permission to sharpen your voice.

My manner dictated how yours would become,
just as yours can dictate mine.
If I had been more confident, less apologetic,
should I have been grateful, to have a pig like you eat from my hand?
No one else except yourself, do you understand.
You are so important, and your stress gave you permission to be rude.
Go and get screwed.

Pet Rat?!

2010-01-28T13:59:00.000-08:00

“What kind of twat would have a pet rat?
What’s wrong with keeping a dog or a cat?
Rats are horrific, their tails are creepy,
they live in sewers, ugh, they are filthy.
It makes my skin crawl, to see him right there,
look at his whiskers and teeth, and his hair!
How can you keep one? Have you gone mad?
I’ve heard of pet snakes, I thought that was bad.”

Right. Now you’ve finished, perhaps I can speak.
I stood by and listened to you for a week.
Rats are affectionate, funny and sweet,
they make me laugh, running over my feet.
I think it’s so tragic, you have a closed mind,
give them a chance, please don’t be unkind.
I know you’re afraid but there’s nothing to fear,
they are so lovely, you must let them near.

I had a friend who felt the same way,
he hated the sight of them on the first day.
It took a while, but now he’s a fan,
My little rats have made him a man.
You don’t believe me, you still have that fear,
with tiny steps, that will disappear.
As you watch them live their lives every day,
you’ll never believe you could love them this way.

You don’t realise what you’re missing out on,
After a while you’ll be dying to get one.
It’s just a phobia, I understand,
let this one come out, and sit on your hand.
He’s more scared of you, but he’ll never bite,
give yourself the chance to get over your fright.
They’re very clean, and they groom each other
I’m proud to admit that I’m a rat lover.
They sit on my shoulder, and I kiss their cheek.
You’d never believe that a rat is so meek.

When I have food, they run up to the cage,
they cling to the bars, they can’t wait, at this stage.
Whiskers are twitching, noses are sniffing,
their eyes are glowing, as they are waiting.
Long fat bellies revealed as they stand,
taking the food right out of my hand.
Protecting their treats, like it’s their last day,
by snatching and grabbing, and turning away.

They know my voice whenever I speak,
It’s music to my ears, when I hear them squeak.
They’re only big mouses, no need to get frantic,
hysterically funny, watch every antic.
See how they’re using their tails to swing,
climbing down bars is a treacherous thing.
Rotating them round in the air to find grip,
their tails are like extra feet, if they slip.

Look at them scampering, paws in the air,
warm faces nuzzle your fingers right there.
They show their intelligence every day,
each one is different, in their own way.
Ziggy is placid, and gets pushed about
Badger is next in line for his shout.
Scholar is bigger, so he wins the day,
that’s how the rules work, it easy this way.

Boxing like men, inside a ring,
they never see you, or notice a thing.
They’re too absorbed in their battle of wits,
as they roll over each other in fits.
Head to head, they both want their own way,
they battle for dominance every day.
Their decision is questioned by one smaller rat,
he isn’t happy, he won’t accept that.
He sneaks up behind him, and gives him a shove,
as he spins around, there’s no sign of their love.

He takes the challenge, and pounces upon him
there’s lots of noise, as they are disputing.
‘Are you still the boss?’ That’s what he’s checking,
now you can watch as he gets a decking.
‘I am the master’. To prove it, he bites.
This is typical of their fights.
Pinned on his back, the other leans over
makes himself bigger, broadens his shoulder.
They freeze and go rigid, they’re sensing the mood,
reading intentions, one will get screwed.

There’s only one winner, as they fight for hours,
once it’s established, they give up their powers.
Their bit of frisking made them feel alive,
they’d have to be strong, or who would survive?
When it’s all over, they’re quiet as a mouse,
behaving like there was no fight in their house.
Never a grudge so important to keep,
they snuggle together as they sleep.
l sang their praises, remember my song,
keeping a pet rat can never be wrong.

Persuasion

2010-01-28T13:58:00.000-08:00

Why are you determined, to get me to agree
to all the things that you suggest, by dominating me?
I have to watch you carefully, how stupid can I be,
if you don’t give up, you’ll see the nasty side of me.
This game that you are playing, has very nearly worked
but then my instinct rescued me, when I became so irked.
You prompted me to answer, with the words you want to hear,
so I respond with silence, hoping I make myself clear.

This gives you the go ahead, to step it up a gear
I know you are ignoring me, it’s adding to my fear.
I try my very hardest, not to let you near,
I fight off every point you make, I cannot let you steer.
You’ve done this to others, it isn’t only me,
You’ve had your chance to practise, now you do it perfectly.
Why you take your victims, is anybody’s guess,
but as I slipped right through your net, you didn’t have success!

Party On!

2010-01-28T13:57:00.002-08:00

I study Social Science to see how people tick,
I meet a range of people, from the healthy to the sick.
I may end up doing the best job of them all,
helping people out there, who have had a life so cruel.

I’ve had a great work placement, with a lot of friendly staff,
a good thing to look back on, and at least we had a laugh.
It takes dedication to study my degree,
a well earned celebration is on its way to me!

Old Hope

2010-01-28T13:57:00.001-08:00

The aroma of cigarettes lingers,

there’s stains all over her fingers.

Her face in wrinkles and folds,

a hint of herself, the youthful girl

still shows despite the trauma.

Until her death, nothing really

can destroy the former.

Oh God

2010-01-28T13:56:00.001-08:00

Oh God, I am afraid of you, and of the things they say you’ll do.
It’s hard to put my trust in you, if I’m made to think it’s true.
If you are kind how can you do, the dreadful things that come from you?
The Armageddon, and hellfire, these religions go haywire,
threatening that we will die, apparently today’s ‘goodbye’.
When we are dead, we’ll find out then, who was right, or wrong again.
Why worry, when we’re still alive, as they are seeking to deprive.
So in the meantime, go away, with your theories and hell pay,
innocent I know I am, no need to listen to your sham.

The fear of putting one foot wrong, in case I never hear God’s song.
Where’s the glory of his love, the sweetness in his heart above,
the comfort of your faith in him, to ease your mind from feeling grim?
While I’m here just listening, to dreadful tales of unknown sin
no longer am I feeling free, intelligence must disagree.
A normal life I want to lead, for peace of mind, I beg and plead.
So brainwashed, that my soul is hit, a happy heart, now full of grit.
My eyes that should belong to me, are blinded, so that I won’t see.
Their poison’s nearly killing me, but intuition sets me free.

No Money

2010-01-28T13:55:00.001-08:00

Life with no money is not very funny,
when you can’t afford much at all,
you work for a living, but with some misgiving,
you realise that you are a fool.
There’s nothing in wages, you spent it in stages,
but you took none for yourself,
The rent took the most, now you can’t afford toast,
what must it be like to have wealth?
You got really ill when you saw the bill,
for fuel that you weren’t home to use,
You’re a slave to the country, you just want to run free,
you wonder what you’ve got to lose.

Nice Bath

2010-01-28T13:54:00.001-08:00

Oh what a bath, it feels so nice, I could nearly take one twice.

Even though I do not stink, I soak my skin until it’s pink.

As I lay back with a sigh, I never want to say goodbye.

Now I hyperventilate, with the moisture it’s too late.

I huff and puff and get out fast, already too much time has passed.

My Condolences

2010-01-28T13:53:00.001-08:00

Nothing I can say or do

will take the pain away from you.

I will try to lift the cloud

and really do our friendship proud!

SPOOF on Gloria Gaynor's song: 'I Will Survive'!

2010-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:00

It Will Arrive!

First I was afraid, I was petrified,
I was trying hard to poo, when the door opened wide.
I should have closed that stupid lock, because now everyone can see
if I had known for one more second,
then I would’ve held my pee.
Go on now go, walk out the door,
I was feeling all relaxed, but I’m not certain anymore.
I know you ran away, but I am very shy,
I feel so humble, how can I hold my head up high?

Now you’ve seen me, I’m on the loo,
I’m just a frightened little person too afraid to poo.
The muscle’s tight now, it will take a little while
but I’m resigned, this time I’ll do it with a smile.
It took all the strength I had, to hold onto my fart,
I thought I’d never get to finish what I had to start.
My piles are high, it really hurts, I want to cry
but I won’t grumble, I’ll have another try.

I push some more, it must be glue,
‘There’s no way it’s coming out it’s stuck inside of you’.
I have to reassure myself that it will soon be running free,
if I carry on like this, I think they’ll call the police on me.
There’s a queue, outside the door,
I’m feeling scared now, my feet have gone numb on the floor.
My cheeks are frozen and they’re hurting from the seat,
will I retreat, will I give up and try no more?

I’m asking you, can you help me?
Is there a doctor anywhere it’s hurting dreadfully.
Some cream and pessaries will help me to feel calm,
hand me the balm, I’m panic stricken with alarm.
Hang on a second now, I think it’s on its way,
thank God for that, I didn’t want to spend another day.
The queue’s impatient now, they’re banging on the door,
and up I’m jumping, I feel lighter than before!

While You’re Under My Roof

2010-01-28T13:50:00.000-08:00

You’ll keep on using violence, as long as I don’t leave,
controlling every move I make, and even how I breathe.
No, I don’t ‘heave sighs’ at you, I wouldn’t even dare,
it’s just that when you frighten me, I’m coming up for air.

Yes I know, I didn’t ask permission just to breathe,
I am so frustrated, all I want to do is leave.
While I am so young, I must live under your regime,
I’m scared to look inside your ears, in case I see the steam.

Every little thing I do, triggers your bad mood,
the only thing you do for me is cook my daily food.
Dinner’s hard to swallow, when I am being hurried,
I always step on egg shells, when I feel sick and worried.

Intimidation

2010-01-28T13:48:00.002-08:00

Boy racer, how you stare at me
with your eyes on the road.
Seems to be impossible,
why are you such a toad?
Your bony face aggressive
as you pass me in your car.
With your eyes out the window,
how did you get this far?
Your eyes should be on the road
not staring passer’s by.

We need permission to be here
I have a question, ‘Why?’
Oh pretty please, yes here I stand,
no, you don’t know me.
I hold a stranger’s license,
so now, will you let me be?
For God’s sake just stop staring,
you are getting on my nerves.
It’s a wonder you don’t crash your car
when speeding round those curves.

When Assholes Rule

2010-01-28T13:48:00.001-08:00

As I carried my happy bunch of Valentine’s roses, given to me with love
I felt pangs of sorrow, knowing what my room mate had suffered,
at the hands of a man I don’t care to know.
He sent her a card and roses, to celebrate
ten years of appalling abuse, that would turn your face blue.
Tying her to the bed, arms above her head,
forced his cock into her mouth, as she tried to scream and gagged.
At the same time he burned her chest and wrists with his cigarette,
turned on by her cries of fear, no breath to shed a tear.
She tears off her vest to show me her chest,
the round right scars too many to count, but it’s not about the amount.
Here on the table she proudly displays, the Valentine’s gift of her torturer.
A sinister reminder of the fact she still remains his victim.

Ups and Downs

2010-01-28T13:46:00.002-08:00

Oh penis, won’t you face the wall, I can’t get you up at all,

you make me feel like a fool, when you shrink and won’t stand tall.

The mood has gone as you won’t perk, now you’re driving me berserk,

my partner’s trying not to laugh, she gave up, now she’s in the bath.

Fear explains the reason why, he will not point towards the sky,

look away and let him be, give him back his dignity.

Allow him to dangle free, he'll never be ashamed of me.

Indian Restaurant

2010-01-28T13:46:00.001-08:00

An Indian restaurant, how very nice
others wouldn’t look at it twice.
They say ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’,
so I went inside, dragging my lover.
I should’ve been warned, there was no-one in there
as we’re given our table I’m full of despair.
It feels like a graveyard, I’m too scared to sneeze
as we get stared at, I’m eager to please.
I feel we’re on stage now, receiving attention
I just hope the food is worth a mention.
When it arrives I’m so sad to be right,
it looks more like a pile of shite.

Cow dung would give more steam on the table
It looks like their microwave just wasn’t able.
Avoiding the bits of unheated curry
The small pools of oil make me want to hurry.
The sooner I finish, the quicker I leave,
from this bad food there’s no reprieve.
I turn to the rice in the hope that it’s better,
instead I can see that it’s shiny and wetter.
As I dig under, I see lots more oil
good food they really know how to spoil.
I feel like a fool, I got caught in here
previous customers won’t come near.

Under My Thumb

2010-01-28T13:45:00.001-08:00

Under my thumb, there’s no need to feel glum,
I’ll make your life hell, and there's nowhere to run.
My paranoia is making you ill,
torturing you is my greatest thrill.
Go to the bedroom and stay quiet for hours,
I will remove every one of your powers.

Except how your mind works, I can’t alter that,
I ask what you’re thinking, but your voice is flat.
I cannot get more from you than I can take,
hidden are your thoughts that you won’t forsake.
So my frustration gets bigger each day,
with every tactic, I find a new way.
There is only so much I can do,
one thing I can’t force, is your love from you.

Two Minutes

2010-01-28T13:44:00.001-08:00

By using me for a two minute shag,
you made me feel like a dirty ole hag.
You spent as little as you could inside
you got on and off, like a fairground ride.
My complaint is really not about time
it’s not about having orgasms sublime.
It’s not that you’re premature, tired or weak
or not in the mood any day of the week.
It’s the lack of affection as you turn away
after using my body for your play.

The lack of eye contact, or even a smile
the way I am treated after is vile.
I get the feeling you don’t even like me
let alone love me, you just want to ‘bike’ me.
In future I think I shall just leave the room
so I can avoid the bang and boom.
Surely you’re better off with your hand,
you don’t have to lie to it, I understand
that I’m just a free shag and there was no price
except for my feelings, it just wasn’t nice.

Hypocrisy

2010-01-28T13:43:00.001-08:00

Depending on the context of the swear words that you say,
you are hypocritical and change your mind each day.
Now you’ve turned your nose up, and you judge me if I swear
if someone did the same to you, would you think that was fair?
You don’t know I can see your face, your eyes dash to the side
I know you are judgemental, and definitely snide.
Before you’ve heard the rest of what I say, and how I mean
you’ve jumped to your conclusions, but the end you haven’t seen.

I know you are a hypocrite, I’m sure that you do swear
if you’re angry you must say ‘Fuck you’, and do not care.
Yet I can well imagine, that you find it hard to say
‘Let’s fuck’, and ‘Can I fuck you’ as they’re meant a different way.
You’re probably quite censored, and you live in self-repression
you wouldn’t tell somebody what you mean, you’d keep them guessing.
So when you see that I am free, to say just what I choose
you’re jealous and annoyed, that I have guts and I’m no prude.
Perhaps you’ll take a lesson from the honesty in me,
instead of hating what I say, you should learn to be free.

Time Bomb

2010-01-28T13:42:00.000-08:00

The body has effective ways of closing off the pain,

it buries all the memories that I won’t need again.

Even at the time, they were an awful lot to bear,

that’s why they won’t come out, and give me another scare.

Until I can recall them, I’m not able to move on,

they weren’t buried deep enough for their smell to have gone.

I get the whiff of rotting food, but where’s it coming from?

The bin is clean, the bag is fresh, but I can smell a bomb.

Threesome

2010-01-28T13:41:00.000-08:00

Although I have a boyfriend, there’s a girl who shares our bed.
She is young and pretty, and she’s good enough to wed.
She’s great fun to play with, when we tease her under covers,
she likes to sleep between us, though she knows that we are lovers.
She has a knicker fetish, every time she tears them off me,
as I watch her sniffing them, I wonder if it’s healthy.
She needs to shave, whenever I look down she’s really hairy,
she doesn’t like to have a bath, she’s getting very smelly.

I hesitate to tell her that we need to make some rules,
when it comes to private time, she’s taking us for fools.
As I go to the toilet, she likes to smell the air,
when I’m sitting on it, she comes in to stare.
It’s too late to change her now, we let it go too long,
she will think it isn’t fair that what she does is wrong.
To her it’s very normal, she will think we’re being strange,
we should thank our lucky stars she doesn’t carry mange.
Anyone with sense would tell us, that is what you get,
when you decide to keep a little doggie as a pet!

Housing Associations

2010-01-28T13:40:00.000-08:00

An agency for housing is a place that’s great indeed,
they run a service to assist all those in times of need.
Their job is full of challenges, they’re never praised enough,
they face so many setbacks that are making it so tough.

Yet they try their hardest, and they do what they are able,
to set somebody on the road to making their life stable.
So we must give a thank you for the help that they will give,
to help somebody to improve the way that they can live.

Suicide

2010-01-28T13:39:00.000-08:00

Let’s talk about suicide, although it’s not nice

I have tried to kill myself twice.

Unhappy feelings were all that prevailed

Escape from abuse was gone when it failed.

They spent my whole life keeping me down

Every attack gave me reason to frown.

It made me feel old with all of the strife

So I turned from abusers and lived my own life.

The Big Secret

2010-01-28T13:38:00.001-08:00

Oh help, the kiddies want to know just how they came about.
This is a conversation we can really do without.
Now begins a lifetime of ridiculous denial,
we search for explanations that to us will not sound vile.
This dreadful dirty act that we keep doing with a smile?
The same thing we are scared of now, as if we are on trial?

Little do they know that this daft attitude won’t end.
When they're older it will be their turn to pretend,
that no one ever does it, and it must have been a dream,
and judging by the babies born, nobody is keen.
We find it harder to relate to kids that go to school,
we drift into a silence and we take them for a fool.
The facts will not disturb them, it is us who squirm in pain,
we try to keep them innocent, our efforts are in vain.

House Sharing

2010-01-28T13:37:00.001-08:00

Sharing a house is a nightmare for me,
I am lacking my own privacy.
The landlord has taken us all for fools,
he never mentioned the thin paper walls.
I’m sharing with strangers who I cannot stand,
they seem to consume every part of the land.
Noisy at night, and even in bed,
hearing them doing what’s private instead.

Even the bathroom we all have to share,
if someone farted, then you should beware.
As for the kitchen, it’s so hard to cook,
it’s tiny and cluttered and dirty, just look.
Our wonderful landlord has just raised the rent,
asking for wages I already spent.
Having my own place is vital to me,
is it to much to ask to keep my sanity?

Silence Isn’t Golden

2010-01-28T13:35:00.000-08:00

I was quiet for a while, my paedophile,
but now nothing takes away my happy smile.
Oh sorry, did you want to crush me forever,
or were you hoping we’d still be together?
A one sided lover, you have no shame,
there is no question of who is to blame.

Finally there is an end to your game,
this is a tiger that you cannot tame.
What do you mean, now you are sorry?
I want to run over you with a lorry.
Must I protect you and your sordid story?
I am the only one thinking it’s gory!
Bring your head up, and look me in the eye,
your crocodile tears do not qualify.

Swap Genders

2010-01-28T13:34:00.000-08:00

What would it be like, if we could swap genders?
Women would spend their time fixing car fenders.
The men could be experts on using our blenders,
if they cannot use them, they’d be great pretenders.
They’d stay in the kitchen and never come out,
find out what slavery’s really about.
The time of the month, twelve times a year,
push in that tampon, there’s nothing to fear.
Writhing in pain and shedding a tear,
if you need help, I’m not coming near.
Your period pain is really a curse,
are you feeling miserable? It’ll get worse.

Put on these high heels, for a night out,
the blisters they give you, are making you shout.
Oops, you fell over, oh sorry, it’s funny!
You’re hopping along, now you look like a bunny.
You don’t want to touch me, since we went to bed.
You think that you’re still a man, in your head,
now you feel horrified touching my parts.
Can you smell the sheets? They’re full of my farts!

Oh bend over baby, I’ll go from behind,
you can swallow my sperm, if you feel inclined.
Where has your clitoris gone, is it there?
I couldn’t find it, gave up in despair.
I know you’re still horny, but I do not care,
get used to it honey, life isn’t fair.
When I’m finished early, I cannot rewind it,
after a while, you won’t even mind it.

Being a man is no fun either,
I cannot work a machine or a lever.
Women ignore me, my charms never work,
I’ve no-one to talk to, it drives me berserk.
The men I am here with, are stupid and boring,
their dull conversation has me snoring.
When I tried shaving, I cut all my face,
all day long I felt like a disgrace.
I think I’ll give up, and start growing a beard,
the rest of me seems to be hairy and weird.

I’m having a really uncomfortable day,
when I sit down, my balls get in the way.
It’s weird how it dangles, I’m not used to that.
I think I prefer having my pussy cat.
I went for a pee and it went over me,
I kept forgetting to hold it you see.
I shared a urinal with two other guys,
you should have seen their face of surprise.
I heard them snigger as they walked away,
next time a cubicle might save the day.

How does it work, when I sit down to poo?
I never thought about this part of you.
It’s swinging and touching the side of the bowl,
this is so awkward, I won’t tell a soul.
Okay, I am ready to switch back our genders,
it’s no longer fun being each others’ lenders.
I think I appreciate being myself,
playing this game is no good for my health.
Oh no, I’m the only one wanting to switch,
please give me back, you crafty ole bitch!

Holiday

2010-01-28T13:33:00.000-08:00

My holiday at last is here,

and it’s well overdue.

I can’t wait to rest and play,

and see the sky is blue.

The sea and sand is close at hand,

so welcome, oh it’s true.

I get a chance to take a glance

at beauty, fresh and new.

Pig in Shit

2010-01-28T13:32:00.000-08:00

I hear you complain of how you’re rotting in your shit,

but when I give you answers, you are having none of it.

Oh what will make you happy, or will your day ever come?

Until you get it sorted, you wish I could lend you some.

Take a swig of happy juice, or badger it from me,

drain me of contentment, till I am unhappy.

The energy you stole from me, should do you for a while.

When it runs out, stay away, because I think you’re vile.

Promiscuous

2010-01-28T13:24:00.002-08:00

Yes I slept around, and yes I was a ‘slut’

but it was my decision, to get stuck in a rut.

Now I feel defensive seeing someone from my past,

they know too much about me, so I feel the shame will last.

I see how they are clever, they won’t admit our fling,

they go home to their girlfriends, who don’t suspect a thing.

Hypocrisy, it makes me sick in such a tiny town,

if I had a dick then surely nobody would frown.

Don’t Ask Me

2010-01-28T13:24:00.001-08:00

I’m as happy as a pig in monkey shit, why, how are you?

You’ve got the cheek to ask me, after what you’ve put me through?

After you have pissed me off, what am I to do,

pander to your change of mood, and be grateful to you?

Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire

2010-01-28T13:23:00.000-08:00

The purpose of a Children’s Home, is rescue from abuse.
It’s not an opportunity to let your weapons loose,
and cover it all over, with a well thought up excuse.
Because I am right handed, and my cuts are on the left,
the others were an accident, when I was doing theft.
Told by older boys to steal, because they had no shame,
I was crucified at the conclusion of their game.
Ignore the bigger issues now, in favour of the small,
there’s no investigation to interrupt you all.
I came here with no scars, so how did I leave with more?
Now I have amnesia of what went on before.

I get a snatch of images, and still remember names,
locked in with delinquents who were playing vicious games.
One took out his penis and he waved it in my face,
telling me to touch it, I was six, what a disgrace.
Under a reign of terror I shared with another girl,
everything I want to know, flies past me in a whirl.
When those memories return I know they’ll hit me hard,
now it’s safe to let them out, no longer are they barred.
One thing I remember, and I carry to this day,
is why I had to go in there and suffer in this way?
The staff there made us call them our ‘uncles’ and ‘aunts’
but they did not take care of us, when they got the chance.

Pole Dancer

2010-01-28T13:22:00.000-08:00

I’ve never been a pole dancer before,
my god did I feel like a slutty ole whore.
I’ll move in ways that you’ll never forget
there’s nothing like metal to get me all wet.
No man can boast of an eight foot shhlong,
slide down my pole, you can’t go wrong.
There’s a requirement to get out my tits
by teasing you senseless, you’ll go into fits.
This club has plenty like me in stock,
would you like a lap dance? I’ll rub on your cock.
When you have come, and get all wet and sticky
am I paid extra for cleaning your mickey?
Here I go, waving my arse in your face
you breathe on my cheeks as I peel off the lace.
They called for the pole dance on stage that I missed,
while I was taking the cash from your fist.

When I go up there, I do it for free
dancing round poles is an advert you see.
The club’s way of forcing me to take chances
on getting the money from these private dances.
The bouncer is useless at the door
he’s paid to protect me, but what for?
He turns a blind eye to the ‘no touching’ rule,
this club is turning me into a fool.
Each girl has paid to get into this club
she only makes money from giving a rub.
There is a pressure to do much more
which girl can be the dirtiest whore?
There’s no point in morals or not doing sin,
I’ll go home with no cash, so I cannot win.
No man will choose to pay me for nothing
if he can give my colleague a stuffing.

Fierce competition is making me poor
life is hard for a cash stricken whore.
Oh, give me that twenty, I owe this club more
I do the first dances for free, it’s a chore.
I cannot make money till their fee is paid,
by the end of my shift, I feel like an old maid.
Another girl came in, so we have to share
there is no privacy, she didn’t care.
She tried to outdo me by grabbing his dick
she’s down on her knees, doing her best trick.
If she’s more popular with all the men
they’ll give her money, time and again.
‘If I give you ten, will you strip off your knickers
and dance in my face, as my tongue flickers?
I promise I’m good, and surely you’ll come
if you prefer, I’ll do you up the bum’.
Do you have Vaseline? She’s got it there
no, she won’t lend it, she gives me a glare.
You ask if it counts as a sexual encounter,
if she bent over and he didn’t mount her.

Afterwards, one of our girls got attacked
outside the club, protection she lacked.
A freelance dancer just isn’t covered
by club regulations, so she’s buggered.
They argued that ‘She’s not our employee’
yet each night she dances, mostly for free.
Paying a high price in more ways than one
she was in debt to them, and couldn’t run.
The underworld has fingers in many pies,
trafficking and drugs, they’re under disguise.
A club has a license, the same as a shop
what happens inside, makes your eyes pop.

So now they are pushing to change the name
to a ‘sexual encounter’ place, it’s not a game.
It was far too easy to open up clubs
as if it were just like our local pubs.
How are they different to many street pimps?
Except they pay taxes, and don’t give us limps.
Of course, they don’t have to, they know where we live
we have to continue, more dances we’ll give.
A front for a brothel is more like the truth
if you knew everything, you’d hit the roof.
Who are you kidding, I’m not into you
what am I putting myself through?
The power of money is really a curse
made into a prostitute, filling my purse.

Discouragement

2010-01-28T13:21:00.001-08:00

Some people are already confident.
Others have it in them, secretly hidden away,
waiting for a time, a day, to dare to let it out.
Often, though our talent is there, we are too afraid.
We are scared of others, and of what they’ll say.
It stops us in our tracks, although we’d love to play.
Needing their approval has got in our way.

Talent screams from within.
Like a dagger to the heart, doubt is yelling; ‘No. No. No’
Don’t give it a chance.
Kill it.
I won’t allow it.
Doubt is there, protecting us from other people’s scorn.
Unfortunately, this will stop our talent being born.
Our leaves are going black, and we start to wither away,
we are like a plant that isn’t watered for a day.

No Victim

2010-01-28T13:19:00.000-08:00

I was blind because of you, I couldn’t see the harm you do.
Now my will and strength are new, their healing powers get me through.
I never found the strength before, to deal with pain and not ignore.
You brainwashed me into a robot, censored every thought I got.
Yes my rage is burning hot. You stole my life, and that’s a lot.

There are no refunds in this world, I claim it back with my lip curled.
My anger, let it fuel my power, now who’s standing like a tower?
I’ve regained my mind and body, said goodbye to feeling shoddy.
There is no more jail for me, I fought my way to liberty.
Be blinded by the strength in me, no more a victim shall I be.
So, anyone who feels like me, please find a way to be set free.

One Night Stand

2010-01-28T13:18:00.000-08:00

You made the choice to take me home, and sleep with me tonight
neither of us stopping to consider if it’s right.
Casting all our doubts away, and getting rid of fears
I don’t know if later on it will end up in tears.
Living for the moment gives us both the fantasy,
of having a fantastic time, as we are feeling free.
We have the one off chance tonight, to make it really magic
I can’t believe that didn’t happen, I think that is tragic.

You just went through the motions, like your heart was never in it,
that was such a waste of time, you squandered every minute.
There was no-one watching you, no priest beside your bed
yet you’re behaving like someone who needs to be drip fed.
You seem weighed down with second thoughts, straight after the event,
it seems quite clear to me, there’s not one second that you meant.
There was not much point in this, you stole my dignity,
you showed your lack of confidence, it transferred onto me.

Dignity

2010-01-28T13:17:00.000-08:00

Under the guise of a joke, you take away my dignity,

knowing I lack the guts to say ‘No’ to your face.

You take full advantage, you’re an absolute disgrace.

All the people watch and wonder what will happen next,

the pressure I am under, is getting me so vexed.

I hope that you enjoyed it, you won’t get this chance again,

in future I’ll avoid you, and from trouble I’ll refrain.

No Love

2010-01-28T13:16:00.000-08:00

Now you’re not my enemy, because you are a joke.
You thought when you abused me, that you had my spirit broke.
You didn’t, as you strengthened it each time I cried for more,
forcing you to find new methods, harsher than before.
You cannot rape your girlfriend, is that really what you think?
You resort to this technique, when I’m over the brink.

Here comes suffocation, then your two hands round my neck,
as I look at the steak knife you are holding, I’m a wreck.
There was a day when I felt low, and you had left the flat,
I took my clothes off, played for dead and felt like ‘that was that’.
I didn’t have the energy to plan my suicide,
but I had dived so close to it, before I touched the side.
Reluctantly I carried on, and gathered strength for more,
till finally I saw my chance for freedom, out the door.

No Shame

2010-01-28T13:15:00.000-08:00

The reason is too obvious why we are coming here,
only we can know how much it took to face our fear.
We’re keeping it a secret, so we didn’t tell our mothers,
it doesn’t get much easier as we sit here with others.
This waiting room is swallowing up every part of me,
we avoid each other’s eyes in lack of privacy.
I hope that I don’t meet by chance, the people from my past,
if I get recognised here, I hope news won’t travel fast.

Its warm in here, the air is tense and fear is floating round,
I try not to think about what’s making my heart pound.
Out of boredom I am forced to stare at things around,
the only clue I have is when I listen to each sound.
As the nurse runs in and out, I wait to hear my number,
I become so tired I almost drift into a slumber.
It takes a lot of courage and I'm glad that I came here,
we can hope that others bring themselves to face their fear.

Customer Feedback

2010-01-28T13:14:00.000-08:00

Customer feedback? It came up my throat.
To you, the word ‘restaurant’ seems quite remote.
All the fussing you did to our table,
that doesn’t make me believe you are able.
Making a big deal arranging the cloth,
instead you could make sure the food isn’t off.
I just heard your microwave ping,
‘fresh’ food must be an outdated thing.
You let us think that you cooked it today,
instead it’s been frozen and heated your way.
Bits of potato I tasted are cold,
in my paranoia I thought I saw mould.

It’s flavourless shite and I’ve paid you so well,
your posh looking restaurant is our hell.
I’m no longer hungry, you made me feel sick
yet my belly’s empty, that’s a rotten trick!
I lack the guts to be honest right now,
as you smile and come over, I raise an eyebrow.
‘How is your food?’ now my confidence dips,
our ‘romantic’ dinner just had an eclipse.

I know that you will not listen to me,
or give compensation by making it free.
Also, I ate all the bits that were good,
instead of returning it like I should.
I tried for ages to stay in denial,
smiled at my partner like it wasn’t vile.
I was too worried about seeming rude,
instead of admitting that we both got screwed.

No Fools

2010-01-28T13:13:00.002-08:00

Children live on instinct, that is all they’ve got.

They haven’t trained in bullshit, like the adults with a lot.

You can never force a child to trust you if it can’t.

They don’t use your tactics, they don’t see things at a slant.

With those eyes of honesty, they show their love and hate.

Don’t under-estimate a child, or make them hesitate,

it’s just yourself you’re fooling and you’ll realise too late.

Windy Day

2010-01-28T13:13:00.001-08:00

Oh what a breeze, it nearly brought me to my knees,

mama always warned me not to eat so many peas.

I went to the doctor and he laughed me out the seat,

he told me there’s no problem if I alter what I eat.

Onions beans and curry, must be taken off the list,

they put me in a hurry and I have to clench my fist.

Confidence

2010-01-28T13:12:00.001-08:00

Lack of confidence is the reason

behind everything we don’t do,

that is why we’re feeling blue.

Let no-one discourage you,

be willing to try something new.

Try hard just to see it through,

don’t give up, you’ll have fun too.

My Abuser Loser

2010-01-28T13:07:00.001-08:00

Abuse me, abuse me, try to confuse me.
You must excuse me, for making you choose me,
you didn’t think that you’d ever lose me.
How can I have sex appeal as a child?
I can’t imagine what drove you so wild.
Before I was born, I wasn’t defiled.

Took for a woman, I knew I was not,
it was convenient that I forgot.
I have to thank you for training me well,
I knew how to handle a difficult spell.
I’m a great adult, and you taught me how,
there isn’t much you can do to me now.
I hope that I reincarnate as a beast,
stab my claws into you, make you my feast.

Humans Don’t Have Sex

2010-01-28T13:06:00.001-08:00

Miraculous Conception still goes on, as sex is wrong.
The ‘Sex’ word in our language is a swear word much too strong.
The page fell open and I found it in my dictionary,
so obscene, I really must report it to my T.D.
Apparently it happens, each and every day,
obviously a miracle, there is no other way.

This explains why humans didn’t die out long ago,
but sssh, this is a secret that no-one is meant to know.
It’s strange, I heard my neighbours, late at night, a grunt and moan.
I thought they were in agony, so I picked up the phone.
When Police came by and told me, that it was a false alarm,
I was so relieved to know, they had come to no harm.

Weetabix

2010-01-28T13:05:00.000-08:00

I ate my Weetabix early this morning,

then came the belly pain without warning.

Rush to the loo,

my stomach a stew,

then I had a whipped cream poo.

Choking

2010-01-28T13:04:00.000-08:00

Smoking’s really not a joke,

it makes it hard to breathe, I choke.

It really stinks so bad in here,

it’s taking ages just to clear.

Until then I shed a tear,

and for my stinging eyes I fear.

Manipulator

2010-01-28T13:03:00.001-08:00

I could tell by your eyes that you were evil, but like a magnet drawn in,
I froze to the spot and couldn’t break away. Fear eating at my strength,
and in a split second I had none, it was all gone. All that was left was me facing you,
riveted by your small black curranty eyes, as cold as two cubes of ice.
You couldn’t cover them over, with a veneer of looking nice.
You were scary, at first I was wary. Now I am your fly. Spider eat me till I die.
Your sharp eyes constantly scan my face, for any little sign that I can see through you.

Radar, watching my every expression, trying to read my mind.
Searching for something to find, and use it in way that would be unkind.
You cannot hide your own expression, as you’re reading mine. You forget yourself,
you cannot be so careful all the time. As you watch me, I am watching you.
As you stare, you're aware that I can read you too, so to cover your hard eyes, you smile.
What makes you imagine, that your smile would reach your eyes?
I suppose you think you're brilliant, a wonderful disguise.

It chills me to watch you smile, as your eyes stay cold.
Not much time will pass before your evil will unfold.
You're a scheming, slow moving snake with a deadly bite.
Against my wishes touch me, pretend that it’s alright.
I feel diseased by you, I want to wipe you off my hands.
I'm sick of watching myself succumbing to your plans.
Sneaky Master, Evil Freak, silence my thoughts as I speak.

My own wishes don’t matter a scrap, you dominate me into your trap.
I've become blind, I can’t see the facts, but you know I'm afraid, so you can relax.
You are complacent, you plan the next stage. Quickly close the door to my cage.
In case I might see a way out and then fly, come tie me up, and then I won’t try.
You pretend to feel the emotions you show, confident I am too stupid to know.
More tricks in store, much worse than before. See what I lack, and supply me with more.

You seem kind and generous, faking concern, full of deceit, but how will learn?
What a fraud, but feeling I had to applaud. An unwilling audience, watching the stage.
An actor I hated, who fills me with rage. Come over here, I’ll rip you in two,
to stick you together will take more than glue. Cute as a fox, and ever more cunning,
you got me to send all my friends running. What’s wrong?
Would they be a witness to you? You don’t say a word, but your face says it’s true.
So instead you twisted me around to your thinking. Each boat I had, you got it sinking.

Just for peace I submitted to you, did only the things you wanted me to.
With no one around, that left only you. You knew that would happen, you guided it to.
If I didn’t agree and had courage to say, you would be cross not to get your own way.
You showed it by being sullen and quiet. Scared me into thinking it wasn’t alright.
I thought the decisions I made came from me, but they never did, as I wasn’t free.
You dragged me under, dark and deep. I'm suffering in the arms of a creep.
The wardrobe monsters that scared me before, no longer exist once you open the door.

Guilty

2010-01-28T13:02:00.001-08:00

Why has God given me use of my dick?
if it’s wrong to use it that seems like a trick!
I’m scared if I use it, that I’ll burn in hell
I’m keeping it secret so no-one can tell.
I’m still a virgin, from sex I refrain
all this pretending is really insane.
I go to my nightclub and bring a girl home,
I try my hardest to muffle her moan.

Religion and me would get into a fight
if they only knew what I did last night.
I hope they forgive me for sticking it in,
they won’t allow nature so I cannot win.
Normal sex has been turned into a crime
yet they shield their paedophiles every time.

Virgin from Quin

2010-01-28T13:01:00.002-08:00

There was a young virgin from Quin

who didn’t know where to begin.

So she borrowed a horse

and rode him by force,

now she has a permanent grin!

Charity Case

2010-01-28T13:01:00.001-08:00

Oh yes you work for charity, you’re standing on the street,
asking for the bank details from everyone you meet.
You scan the road for victims, then you try to block my path,
as you lean towards my face, your tactics make me laugh.

Bombard me with your biggest grin, and put me on the spot,
trick me into donations that I really haven’t got.
The worst thing I have done, is let you carry on your speech,
you don’t take no for an answer, you’re no better than a leech.
How much goes to charity, after you’ve been paid?
It goes against the principle, to see a living made.

Life of Violence

2010-01-28T13:00:00.001-08:00

I was born in England, and I had a life of violence
I grew up in a family with suffering and silence.
Not only the literal kind, but one much harder still,
the type that terrifies you, and you constantly feel ill.
This works so well, because it makes you live in great suspense,
where everything you say and do, is held within a fence.
You have to watch how you behave, and each word that you say,
you know their threats aren’t far away, and after, you will pay.
It’s worse than simply hitting you, for then at least it’s done,
but now you live in fear of it, and there’s nowhere to run.

Even if you could, you wouldn’t make it to the end,
abuse is all you’re used to, you don’t know how to defend.
You want to find a way to stop it happening right now,
you’ve become their victim, it’s as if you showed them how.
Already damage has been done, and never will repair,
the best that you can hope for, is not give up in despair.
Your progress doesn’t kick off quite as quickly as you’d like,
You have so many traumas in your head to take a hike.
They don’t leave so easily, in fact they never will,
it’s marked strong in your memory, the thought’s more shocking still.

I’ve now escaped my family, I thought I never would,
my brother is now dead, I cannot grieve, although I should.
Even now I still resent him, for inflicting pain on me,
and I won’t forgive my mother, as I know she’s not sorry.
Years ago she boasted how she locked us into hell,
the details of a brother who she drove into a shell.
She put him in a cellar full of rats, the age of three,
his head flushed down the toilet, and so much more cruelty.
I couldn’t stand to hear much more, and I got barred that night,
for getting quite hysterical and wound up in a fight.
Thrown out of the pub, my mother trailed me back home,
her face was dark and scowling, all her evidence was shown.

Once she let it slip, she didn’t try to hide for cover,
instead she puffed her chest out, with the pride of violent mother.
She held a grudge against her sons, because they were born male,
she hated them for genitals, their physical detail.
Some will defend her, say she’s sick, but there is no excuse,
there is no repentance so what really is the use?
To top it all, religion just became her last defence,
she pointed every scripture out and hid in them like tents.
Sweet justice came her way last year, she never will recover,
one poor son just killed himself, her conscience is another.
Nobody points the finger, just her own hand at herself,
that is real justice, and I’ll leave that on her shelf.

Freedom Lesson

2010-01-28T12:58:00.002-08:00

I don’t agree with censoring what people do in bed,
whatever rocks their boat, and makes them happier instead.
As long as it’s done willingly, and nothing’s ever forced,
keep them together longer, hope they never get divorced.
If you’re young and horny, and not ready yet for marriage
or if you don’t give a shit about a baby carriage,
bang away, enjoy it, and don’t fret about a thing,
There’s lots of time for misery, so have a lovely fling.
I never did regret anybody that I met,
even if it’s someone I would much rather forget.

I know they have helped me, in developing my mind,
they saved me from repeating my mistakes with humankind.
Along with any fun I had, with a strange new guy
came a callous attitude, which made me wonder why,
I seemed to lose a part of me each time I opened wide,
to let a total fuckhead in to rip me out inside.
Each guy that fell for me, was only there for lonely hours,
after every session, they lost interest in my powers.

It took away my self esteem each time I saw them run,
they couldn’t wait to get away, when their job was done.
A lot of them don’t have a heart, they do not give a shit
about how you felt afterwards, when they got down to ‘it’.
This is the reason I gave up, and left this game to others,
I got sick of searching souls, and trying to find lovers.
It wasn’t worth the ego boost, that was temporary,
I paid for every trip I had, and it made me wary.
I couldn’t carry on, as it was driving me insane,
to sleep around was not for me, I found nothing to gain.

Swedish Housewife

2010-01-28T12:58:00.001-08:00

There was a housewife from Sweden

on her period couldn’t stop bleedin’

so she took the hoover

and did a manoeuvre,

and now no more tampons she’s needin’!

Censor

2010-01-28T12:57:00.001-08:00

When you’re saying something people do not want to hear,
they try to knock your confidence, controlling you with fear.
Because we are not robots, and we care what people think,
we let them into our heads, and that makes our spirit sink.
It doesn’t take an awful lot to drive these people mad,
they just want to put you down, until you’re feeling bad.
Words they’re not expecting stir them up into a rage,
they try to censor all your thoughts that you put on the page.

No-one has the right to interrupt you while you speak,
or try to knock you off your perch, when you have reached your peak.
It happened to me once when I had mentioned sexual words,
they got in a fluster and behaved like little terds.
‘Oh Jesus’ they said loudly, I heard them from the stage,
yes it knocked my confidence, and put me in a rage.
I didn’t feel that anyone would want to hear my rhyme,
but that should not have mattered, it will be the final time.

I will not let anybody make me feel ashamed,
of who I am and what I think, like I should have abstained.
I don’t expect that everybody has an open mind,
but if they don’t agree, they do not have to be unkind.
They have the choice to walk away, instead they choose to stay,
and try to bitch in front of me, and get right in my way.
Words like sperm and masturbation, they are nothing new,
and neither should describing sex, put you in a stew.
I know you are embarrassed, but someone has to write it,
at least I have the guts to say it, why d’you have to fight it?

Family Matters

2010-01-28T12:56:00.002-08:00

Family problems, they go on for years,

causing us heartache, blood sweat and tears.

Nobody can put an end to their fears,

keeping them secret, building veneers.

Family Planning Clinic

2010-01-28T12:56:00.001-08:00

Vaginas, vaginas, from adults to minors,
all sizes and shapes welcome here,
from bedroom elation to this medication
say your prayers, don’t shed a tear.

Stress levels are rising, but it’s not surprising,
females rush in through the door,
‘Did I take enough? Am I up the duff?
my Dad says I act like a whore!’

They scream from the counter ‘Why did he mount her?
now we have to deal with the pain,
It’s too late for pills, since you had your thrills,
please say you won’t come back again!’

Smelly Fart

2010-01-28T12:55:00.001-08:00

I want to let my wind blow free,
but I am scared they’ll know it’s me.
If it’s smelly I will die,
I’ll have to explain or cry.

Because I really don’t know why,
as soon as I relax, I fly.
It’s shooting out, a burning shot.
What did I eat? I forgot.
Now it has come to punish me,
and take away my dignity.

Cathedral

2010-01-28T12:54:00.000-08:00

At this Cathedral, we treat you like fools, by taking your cash at the door.
But as you look round, you can't make a sound, as you walk about on our floor.
Taking money each time you enjoy the sublime, but cameras and photos are banned,
we give the reason 'to do so is treason' , we have our excuses well planned.

Yet our tourist book that you bought for a look, had photographs taken for sale,
our principles vary, so you should be wary, we'll make your enjoyment go stale.
We treat you so lightly, as we are too mighty, too holy for pictures we say,
no tourist attraction for such rowdy action, but we say this after you pay.

Our principles falter up high on the altar, we don't want to spite you outside,
and so we begin once we let you in, we really take you for a ride.
Some of our staff are too snobby to laugh, instead they are hostile and glum,
we don't mind being rude as we watch you get screwed,
your cash doesn't make you our chum.

Exposed

2010-01-28T12:53:00.001-08:00

I’m praying for goodbye, because I cannot live the lie.
The world goes past as normal, as I’m looking at this guy.
I feel that I can never be a player in this game,
I am losing so far and it’s stinking of the pain.
I look to institutions for support I lacked at home,
but I see rejections so I’m better off alone.
I really do not see the point of picking up the phone,
to ask the help of someone with bad attitude and tone.

I think they must have taken tips from all of my abusers,
they don’t behave much differently to any of those losers.
That hurts me more than any punch from someone I adored,
it seems I am a figure in a game in which they scored.
There’s no point in a court case, which will sicken me with trauma,
cross examined, disbelieved and questioned on the former.

The opposition lawyer is annoyed with honest answers,
I see it in his face, because I’m not one of his chancers.
What a stupid thing to say, that ‘honesty will win’
I’ve never found that to be true, with all this badgering.
That dirty sleazy criminal will come out gleaming white,
and I emerge exhausted, after such a dreadful fight.
It seems to be a waste of life, spent tortured day and night,
but my sense of injustice has remained my shining light.

Effective Contraceptive

2010-01-28T12:52:00.001-08:00

The most effective contraceptive? It has to be the pill
Since I took it, I am really feeling very ill.
I am cross and grumpy and I am always being rude,
my breasts are sore and swollen, and I’m eating way more food.
As for sex, God help us I am never in the mood,
if that was their intention, then I think they should be sued.

What better contraceptive than the one that puts you off it?
Lately I feel much more like a sibling than a rabbit.
If this hell continues, he might have to join the priesthood,
but since we’re a couple, I don’t really think he should.
So easy for my doctor, as he tries to look concerned.
He finishes his work day with another lesson learned,
the contraceptive pill is on its way to being burned.

Role Reversal

2010-01-28T12:51:00.000-08:00

I study Social Science to see how people tick

then I visited my uncle and he made me suck his dick.

So I need all the counselling that I have learned in College,

and now I have experience, to go with all my knowledge.

Burnout

2010-01-28T12:50:00.002-08:00

I am burning out, and now I want to scream and shout.

I’m performing miracles that I can do without,

I wish that I never had to go running about.

I am not that powerful, I’m just a human being,

they’ll never be completed, there are always more I’m seeing.

I don’t have the energy for all these jobs at once,

I am just so tired, all I’m hearing are my grunts.

I wish I was brainless, I could make out I’m a dunce,

so nothing is required of me, no need for pulling stunts.

Escape

2010-01-28T12:50:00.001-08:00

Why did you need to hurt me,
what’s the pleasure that you got?
I have to ask the question,
since you did it quite a lot.
I saw your face of anger,
saw it twisted up with rage,
then my heart was hammering,
and dreading the next stage.

I have scars all over me,
at least they can be seen,
the problem is my memories,
they want to be washed clean!
It will not work to probe them,
I can’t trust them till I’m safe.
At least I got away from you,
the chains no longer chafe.

Yippee, it’s Christmas!

2010-01-28T12:49:00.000-08:00

Christmas is a time of year that many people dread,
one good thing about it is, that everyone gets fed.
Burning all our energies to run around and scream,
we were told as children that our Christmas is our dream.
Often that is far from true, it feels more like a chore,
by this stage we need to rest, not burn our brains out more.

So let’s pretend a miracle will happen once again,
the food will cook itself, and Santa will command his men,
to tell the shops they cannot charge, it kills the Christmas spirit,
so gifts are free and plentiful, and you can choose what’s in it.

The cards will write themselves, and they will say something unique,
without the words of boredom that would make old Santa freak.
‘Happy’ ‘Merry’ ‘Jolly’, he is sick of hearing those.
He said we should go wild and draw him with a purple nose,
as he is fond of drinking, from his neck down to his toes,
and if he doesn’t get a drink, it will come to blows.

Condoms

2010-01-28T12:48:00.002-08:00

Condom, condom on the shelf,
we know you’re there to guard our health,
but we hesitate to ask,
embarrassment is hard to mask.
The fear goes round inside our head,
that you’ll imagine us in bed.
You care about preventing danger,
but to us you are a stranger,
and you know why we are queuing,
that’s the reason we are stewing.
When the ball is in your court,
you won’t give it a second thought.

Pheasant Plucker

2010-01-28T12:48:00.001-08:00

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant fucker’s mate.

When I’m not fucking pheasants then I have to masturbate.

Now who’s the lucky birdy as they all queue up and wait,

I try hard to grab them all before it is too late.

When the birds are satisfied and stripped of all their feathers,

I look out for more to screw in all kinds of weathers.

Broken Promises

2010-01-28T12:47:00.001-08:00

I hear your best intentions, to the point of getting bored,

when you make such promises, it leaves your game unscored.

It’s better not to mention it, then give me a surprise,

when I heard your excuses, they sounded more like lies.

If you have respect for me, and any for yourself,

do your game a favour, and don’t leave things on a shelf.

Clever Control

2010-01-28T12:46:00.001-08:00

Under your guise of being as helpless as me

your evil plan unravels, like a spider roping in a fly.

You assume I won’t notice, that I’m too naïve to see,

not clever enough to work it out.

It’s too painful for me to admit how callous you are.

I feel compelled to pacify you, I am intimidated.

You spelled out the actions I thought I made,

using the power of persuasion.

You pulled my arms and legs up and down like a puppet,

dictating my every move.

Brainwashed me into thinking my ideas were mine,

but they were yours.

Xmas Dinner

2010-01-28T12:45:00.000-08:00

I have burned the turkey, it has filled the room with smoke,
I’m starting to feel like Xmas turned into a joke.
The person at the table is now tapping at his plate,
he tells me that he’s hungry, and he doesn’t want to wait.

I cannot really blame him, he has been very busy,
wrapping all the Xmas presents made him very dizzy.
He says it will be easy now, to fit inside the chimney,
because I haven’t fed him, and he’s getting very skinny.

Clinic

2010-01-28T12:44:00.000-08:00

A genital wart, that’s an unpleasant thought
well it’s a lesson I got taught.
Went to the clinic, scared out of my mind
wondering what else they might find.
Behind the curtain, undressed from the waist,
I expect her to dish out some kind of paste.
Hoping that it will be painless and simple,
why are they fussing over a pimple?
“They spread like crazy” she says with a glare,
tells me that next time, I should take more care.
Leaning down over my legs with a smirk,
without people like me, she’d be out of work.

I stare at the ceiling, dreading each motion,
why must you burn me, ain’t there a lotion?
The red hot wire drives me berserk,
I’d rather let these pimples lurk.
This terrible pain is very unkind,
I’m being scraped at until I go blind.
I hope we don’t see you again, she says now
with a sarcastic smile, and a raised eyebrow.
Not likely you bitch, I think as I twitch,
unless I get crabs, and I start to itch.

She reminds me again, that I should beware
use condoms to avoid another scare.
It’s never that easy, when you are drunk,
he hardly acted like he was a monk.
It was too dark to notice a mark
the condom got lost, as we rolled in the park.
I didn’t fancy retrieving it then,
I never thought of diseases from men.

Now she is telling me I can’t have any,
I have to abstain, the spots are too many.
I cannot shave, they’ll go on the razor,
my horrified face does nothing to faze her.
I look up for comfort, but she’s very smug,
she is the expert on every bug.
I won’t return here for this awful pain,
a disease is better than this shame.
It could’ve been worse, it could’ve been AIDS.
Compared to that terror, embarrassment fades.

Lady from Inagh

2010-01-28T12:43:00.000-08:00

There was a lady from Inagh

who had such a massive vagina,

that she made it her goal

to swallow food whole,

and make it come out looking finer!

Brain Food

2010-01-28T12:39:00.000-08:00

Food is so essential, it’s a recipe for health,

if your brain is happy, then that truly is your wealth.

Food is really something you must take the time to learn,

if you don’t, you’ll get tired, and brain cells you will burn!

Childhood

2010-01-28T12:38:00.002-08:00

I had a childhood filled with glory.
Do you want to hear my story?
I spent hours tied to a chair,
living on instincts, and made to beware.
When I was gagged, I cried helplessly
no hands to wipe the snot running free.
I had to get used to the flavour of tears,
become a good actress to hide all my fears.

When I got freedom, it was too late,
It was when I was younger, I needed the gate.
Even now, nothing can remove the hate and fear,
I try hard not to show it, I get better every year.
Now I’m glad to be alive, at least I didn’t die.
I’m left with the question,
‘Why did Police believe the lie?’

Santa to the Rescue!

2010-01-28T12:38:00.001-08:00

I’m sitting with my family to warm up by the fire,
I nearly didn’t get here, when my car bust a tyre.
Santa came to rescue me, he had one in his sack,
I thought I had imagined it, and tapped him on the back.

I was mortified to see that it was just my neighbour,
he tried to do a good deed, he was sweating from the labour.
He thought I was delirious and had too much to drink,
the pressure of the season had sent me over the brink.

Arrogance

2010-01-28T12:33:00.001-08:00

This arrogant stud came down with a thud,
when he tried dragging me into his mud.
He tried hard to maintain conversation,
his motive was purely for his own elation.
Hoping to get me into his bed later,
is he my friend, or his own masturbator?
He’s getting desperate and trying much harder,
treats me like food he takes out of his larder.
I’m wondering why he won’t hire a hooker,
oh yes, I forgot, he won’t pay for a looker.
Instead he will bother me when I am busy,
this Internet Café is making me queasy.

I’ve paid for an hour to use this computer,
I see him next to me, stare at his hooter.
Then I look back at my monitor screen,
my silence will show I’m not very keen.
After tonight he won’t be around,
a missed opportunity makes his heart pound.
I’m under great pressure to jump straight away,
he’s far too impatient to wait for a day.
We could meet again, but he’s shaking his head,
it’s now or never, come quick to my bed.

He’s barking his orders to let him have fun,
he gets more persistent when I give him none.
He hates a refusal, his face drops a mile,
he’s no longer pleasant, I’m not worth a smile.
He sits and complains that I wasted his time,
I hired a computer, so he wasted mine.
Trying his hardest to make me feel guilty,
he tells me that I screwed with his sanity.
If this is the way he gets when he’s refused,
I’m glad I didn’t let myself be used.

Lady from Bath

2010-01-28T12:32:00.001-08:00

There was a fat lady from Bath,

who took out her tits for a laugh.

She soon lost her grin,

they would not go back in,

so she had to cut them in half!

Between Friends

2010-01-28T12:31:00.001-08:00

Oh friend, I have remembered you,

those good times are still fresh and new.

Fond memories of me and you,

such happiness we can’t undo,

we know our friendship still holds true.

Bully

2010-01-28T12:30:00.000-08:00

Never again will I over explain
all my actions to you.
Your face turns sour, I gave you the power
to do what you’re going to do.
When you got me scared, I wasn’t prepared,
and so I pandered to you.
You justified your torture,
and scared me into silence.

You punished me and made me sick,
by using mental violence.
Short term gains is all you got,
terror can’t force love.
As for those bad memories
that you can’t push and shove,
I’ll send them with all their pain
to my God above.

My Xmas Moment

2010-01-28T12:29:00.001-08:00

I’ve done all the washing up, and everyone is happy
the fire is hot and welcoming, and I don’t feel as snappy.
Preparing for this Xmas has been one enormous task,
despite all the pressure, I put on a happy mask.
Now it’s time for me as I am sipping at my sherry,
Here as I relax, I am beginning to feel merry.