Full Of Emptiness

"Right
Right
I've got a couple of er...
This is probably a waste of time"
"Right
I've got a couple of poems here er
I don't know if any of you are into poetry at all...
Shut up!"
"Right
Yeah well
If you're not into poetry then you've come to the wrong place...
Right"
"They're all very angry poems
And my first poem is one of my angriest of all..."

They roll up roll up with no mercy
Im a suicide case try hurt me
You'll be doing me a favour firstly
Don't flirt with the idea serve me up then turf me (out)
Too much talk 'nuff QWERTY
I'm the type of twat type flirty
Wilde as Oscar is wordy
Been on this crud since nursery
Sing happy birthday to your self mate
No candles lit not worthy
Throw my self shade
So self made
Not well paid not too healthy
Skinny as a dinner in Chelsea
Too topsy too turvy (so)
On the sly they try me then swerve me

What what
What's the verdict?
Quit tryna curve it
Faux faux assertion
Verging on certain
Cursing (coercing) coercion
Nursing a burden
Sister sold as a virgin 'til sermon
Started discerning
Dead panic purchase
Give up on the circus
Open closed circuit
The shit ain't broke so
Don't refurb it
A self harmless surgeon
Blindly perverting
On plastic insertions
Bunks off when he's working
Making a meal out of mountain range curtains
Drawn before leaving
Afterlife meeting
God before grieving
Over my fleeting
Future forseen in
CC'D email to all of my demons

They roll up roll up with no mercy
Im a suicide case try hurt me
You'll be doing me a favour firstly
Don't flirt with the idea serve me up then turf me (out)
Too much talk 'nuff QWERTY
Im the type of twat type flirty
Wilde as Oscar is wordy
Been on this crud since nursery
Sing happy birthday to your self mate
No candles lit not worthy
Throw my self shade
So self made
Not well paid not too healthy
Skinny as a dinner in Chelsea
Too topsy too turvy (so)
On the sly they try me then swerve me

I'm sick of the derbies
'cause I'm wicked and Mardy
Grass up my army
I'll strap and arm me with
Straight jacket calming
Sectioned in barmy farm
Nut b'cau' I'm hard
Hell bent out of harm's
Way to go beyond
Fit to fight before they ring the alarm
On the tip of the past be a
Vicious and nasty cunt
Picking apart my art
A gimmick-king can't be arsed
With a mimic-king cause
I'll be last
I'll be lost
I'll be last
I'll be lost
I'll be last
Lost
Last
Lost
Last
Lost
Last
Lost
Last

I'm full of empty
Necessity
Heavy fatigue
Breeds in me

Under cast
I over think
And I hardly sleep
(but) I'm lazy

(My) faux friendly
Tendencies
Eat (away) at me
'til I concede

I reject you
In spite of me
I'm unworthy
But you won't leave
Me

"Shut up
Shut up!"
"Right I hope you learnt something!"
"Don't clap it's so hypocritical"
"Right I just got time for one more...
Right..."



Credits
Writer(s): Izambard
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