Daisy's Dad

Let her go, she's just a child.
What did she do to deserve your bile?
Stop hitting her, you horrible man.
You're her guardian, not the bogeyman.

Let her go, she's one of our babies.
Her head is still filled with a million maybes.
Stop yelling at her, stop going crazy.
You're supposed to watch over our little Daisy.

Let her go, she's just turned five.
She's the only reason that I'm still alive.
Stop making her cry, stop eating her soul.
You make me ache with fear, I'll never be whole.

Let her go, or I'll kill you.
I'll take this knife and drive it through.
You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
You're dead inside, you Devil's employee.

Formulae

A little bit of caffeine.
A lot more alcohol.
A tad bit of nicotine.
A lot of geraniol.

Now that's sex in a test-tube.

Our Plastic Romance

Cold winds.
Clammy hands.
Dark room.
Cheesy bands.

A new face.
A yummy entity.
Cuddles and fireplaces.
Non-sanctity.

Hard bound.
Let's dance.
Time to celebrate,
Our Plastic Romance.

Tissue Paper

You wiped your tears on her patient shirt
You drew strength from her gentle smile
And when you got what you came for
You ran so fast, five seconds a mile

She heard you rave and rant for hours
Spew bile and let all anger spill forth
She tried her best to help you let go
She made her heart and soul, your hearth

But when she needed you so near
So that she could stand strong again
You ate your sandwich and drank your beer
And said, 'Come on, you're faking that pain'.

And so she was alone in her misery
When all she needed from you was
Your patient shirt and your gentle smile
Your hand to hold, and not hers to pass.

Fade

It's a funny thing
This self esteem
It's easy to hurt
It's awesome to redeem

Your mediocre words
Don't matter anymore
Your daddy's money
Makes you a bore

I can't believe
I made you matter
More than others
When you're nothing but chatter

But it's going to change
Starting from now
You're demoted to nothingness
From up above

Have your weed
Kill your time
No productivity
Not worth a dime

Drown in your fears
While you hide your face
You're empty and dead
You're my best disgrace

I'll learn from your loss
I'll laugh at your pain
I'll feed on your mistakes
I'll make myself sane

You don't mean anything
You'll come as you go
Without a bang
And no one will know

Socialite

Busy as a bee
Smiling to me
She buries her displeasure
In the Adriatic sea

Air-kissing them
Some butch, some femme
She sighs to herself
So much to condemn

She wants more brandy
She feels so dandy
She's drawn to the plastic
Like a kid to candy

Duck-faced tweens who dream of fame
Look up to her and say her name
She wants it all but hates the path
She wants to cheat on a different game