A poem based on L'étoile ou Danseuse sur la scène by Edgar Degas
The proud dad looked on from the shadows
Whilst his mind drifted back to his own life
His own moments of achievements and pain-
Guns, violence, murder and money.
It was his hope
That the respectability of his daughter's diversion
Would break the cycle of the inherent lifestyle.
She never asked questions about the elephant in the room,
(Neither in fact, about the horse horse head under the duvet)
But lurking below was the dilemma of good versus evil
Performance versus pain.
The money funded the lifestyle and the glamour.
The proceeds of the patsy and the duped
Crimes of a little persuasion perhaps,
Merely the repercussions occuring when the big boys played.
One thing is for sure,
No one EVER messed with her Dad.
You're such a f*cking snowflake
Way too sensitive and offended
Man up, we are not all unique
Or in an ambulance, I'll get you sended.
Because I don't like snowflakes
I hate my life you see.
Life sucks and then you die
And I want you to hate yourself, like me
I love Donald Trump
He says just what it's like.
His mouth is like an exocet
He'll have your libtard head on a spike
Your empathy and dreams
Are offensive and boring
Hate is where the grown ups live
And everyone should be warring.
Us against them
And knee deep in blame
I don't have to like you
Because we are not all the same
Differences scare me,
I don't like the unknown
If you try using clever words
I just get all muddled and thrown
So I diss the things
That are are progressive and new
My views stuck in the past,
The old traditions, right and true.
I can spew hatred and venom
And be ridiculously offensive
Then blame you for reacting
And being weak and offended
I have the perfect alibi now
And you dare call me a liar
I can't improve my life
So instead, I'll just piss on your fire.
Please just hug me
I can't control the hate
I want to let it all go
And learn to love, before it's too late.
7 and a half billion people in this world
If not snowflakes, then simply unique
Better to stand out than fit in
So go crazy and embrace your inner freak.
Tired and grumpy
Grumpy and tired.
Working like this
Is tough when I'm wired.
I hate everyone.
They are all too slow.
No one does what I say
And soon I'm gonna blow
If they were a little bit cleverer
Or saw things my way
The world would be fine
But they don't, so hey.
Screw them all
I'll be fine in my arrogance.
I can steer this ship alone
And be just the one who has sense.
One day they'll see
What a genius I am
I'll be lauded as a hero
For my rather cunning plan
But until then
I might agree
That the problem is not them
But in fact me.
and let go
Take some time
to remember the beauty
And realise that no one likes me
When I get all snooty
The world will be okay
And we are all on the same side
It's time to unplug
Turn the engines off and just.....glide.
Today I learnt from a nature documentary
That I kill Orang Utans by having wraps for tea
And a man who looks plastic and shiny
Raised a million pounds singing karaoke.
The money will be spent on children in need.
Victims of circumstance and corporate greed.
I stacked some chairs at the end of the day
And raced a virtual car so I guess everything's okay.
The lights are on and somebody's home
For my misdemeanours to Orang Utans, I'd like to atone
So I bought some peanut butter marmite and checked the ingredients with dread.
It just had Peanut Oil in. Maybe that kills antelopes instead.