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The Face
My brain is scaring me.
I keep thinking it’s romantic to love nothing.
No it’s not about the city where black boys talk like ‘nam vets,
I’m talking Ritalin coldness, boredom and this brain a hyena lobotomised
the way we’ve conditioned dogs to love without meaning, ain’t it cute
with her thoughtless slobbering tongue? Whip it like a frisbee and see
how far you send her ‘fore it comes back, stupid
smile claiming it’ll forgive you just this once, a blatant lie, amused and disgusted.
A people, such a widespread deficiency of minerals, the type of people
to complain for an eyelash while their guts tumble, to kill then claim
their victim fell on the knife, to film a sex tape then get shocked
when people watch it,
I woke from a dream in a hospital bed, the walls cocaine-coloured,
to find my face had been splashed with acid
then caked with cheap foundation.
They were playing Take That, patience,
the fucking cheek.
ironic like Bateman calling someone a yuppie.
The doctor had Brylcreemed hair and a sugary voice with which he was telling me about morality.
I heard Buzzfeed labelled the
voice of a generation and it made me want to neck some ipecac,
Please pour out your struggles with your clipped tone, what
right have you to moan?
I bet you’ve never had to wrap Sellotape around your home.
The following are observations not complaints.
Brixton a cup of tea getting milkier by day, this developed
world leads kids astray, dreams away and morals
hanging like it’s a Sunday, what you want me to say?
got jacked by this nitty the other day.
I’d have loved to ching him up but I’m a poet.
And what’s more I can’t seem to stop pulling people’s triggers,
inexplicable, as if Cressida’s dicks
are scratching heads at murder figures.
I keep thinking it’s romantic to love nothing.
No it’s not about the city where black boys talk like ‘nam vets,
I’m talking Ritalin coldness, boredom and this brain a hyena lobotomised
the way we’ve conditioned dogs to love without meaning, ain’t it cute
with her thoughtless slobbering tongue? Whip it like a frisbee and see
how far you send her ‘fore it comes back, stupid
smile claiming it’ll forgive you just this once, a blatant lie, amused and disgusted.
A people, such a widespread deficiency of minerals, the type of people
to complain for an eyelash while their guts tumble, to kill then claim
their victim fell on the knife, to film a sex tape then get shocked
when people watch it,
I woke from a dream in a hospital bed, the walls cocaine-coloured,
to find my face had been splashed with acid
then caked with cheap foundation.
They were playing Take That, patience,
the fucking cheek.
ironic like Bateman calling someone a yuppie.
The doctor had Brylcreemed hair and a sugary voice with which he was telling me about morality.
I heard Buzzfeed labelled the
voice of a generation and it made me want to neck some ipecac,
Please pour out your struggles with your clipped tone, what
right have you to moan?
I bet you’ve never had to wrap Sellotape around your home.
The following are observations not complaints.
Brixton a cup of tea getting milkier by day, this developed
world leads kids astray, dreams away and morals
hanging like it’s a Sunday, what you want me to say?
got jacked by this nitty the other day.
I’d have loved to ching him up but I’m a poet.
And what’s more I can’t seem to stop pulling people’s triggers,
inexplicable, as if Cressida’s dicks
are scratching heads at murder figures.
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