trans, nerd.


March 2017

Parlimentarily Fucked Up.

The malaise runs deep

As does the rift

Into which

We have jumped


As only the desperate

And the foolish

Are wont to do.


When’s Day


I did agree

To do some finance work today.

But came there none

So I have done

Not a fucking thing all day.

To Books

These shelves are full with

Forgotten words,

They ache with sentiments

And troubles passed,

They bow and bend with each new tale

But they were built to last.

There are no favourites standing there, 

Merely those which went before,

The book which I am reading now

Is the one that I adore.

Over the Cracks

A thin coat of gloss

To cover the stains;

Under the scent of new paint

There is rot.

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