Life's great, Innit? 22 June 2008
 
I'll not and drown my sadness
In any adult percentage of
Whatever kind
However unkind
The sadness appears
I'll take it head on
Headstrong
Raw emotions
Clashing
Raging
Maiming
A full time battle
Over a part time job at best
What the hell am I doing it 
For anyway?
Who'll tell me?
Is there a real answer
Anyway?
These questions are the weapons
Used in battle
When most would say
I should know better
But it's not about knowing,
You know?
It's all emo-stuff
The girlie bits
I'm so in touch with
The wounds will never heal
This way
There is no time to
When fresh cuts are made
In same same places
Open wounds not yet 
Scars
Or...
Old old scars
Ripped open ‘gain and again
And
Some
More
Ah well,
Don't be a wuss
You melodramatic
Old fart
Life's great
Innit?