EDIBILITATING.

Laugh it out loud
and show that youre proud of me
for being me
and being free enough
to say what I feel.
I'm real.
I'm so real
but you just make a meal
out of what I'm not,
the things I'm not so hot about.
Put me in the oven and scold me,
burn me out 'til there's charred remains
and I cant feel any more,
can't feel this pain.
Get the cutlery out,
prod at the tenderness that makes me raw.
May you thaw with age,
but by then it's too late
and there's too many memories
piled up on my plate.
I'm not hungry any more Ma
may I be excused?
'Cos my stomachs in knots
and my ego is bruised.
I'm just a confused kid
who should have hid
when dinner was served,
'cos I'm on the menu
ripped apart by these words.
They echo in my ear,
they're so clear
as I hear my dear mum
with the carving knife.
It's a sign of the times:
dissect me and see
whats on the inside.
Tear me apart
'til theres nothing but bones.
Chewed up and spat out,
my soul devoured at home.

I AM AN ANT.

I am an ant.

No, I am not your childs play thing.
I don't want to be put in
a used ice cream tub thankyou,
bored out of my fucking mind
while your kid gives me a name
like "Rosie" or "Ermentrude".

I am not Rosie.
I am not Ermentrude.
I am an ant.

I have no personality, no name,
nor a history.
I work for my Queen
and I will defend her to death
if you so much as think
of putting little sticks in our holes
on the ground.
Do not think of pouring
boiled water
over us either.
For our souls will unite in heaven
and watch as you grow
into the nations favourite serial killer.

I am an ant.
Now fuck off.
I'm busy.

THE TALE OF ERN, THE BOY WHO COULD BURN.

On a blazing hot day a boy was born,
but he was born a red rose with one mighty big thorn.
His Mother was loving and gave him the name Ern
not realising his power was to cremate and to burn.
"Our son is a beauty, inside him a fire.
He'll be known around town, I tell truth I'm no liar."

His Mother was right. He was helpful, a trier
and on cold days especially for he'd rustle a fire
but alas in his morals there was woe for the towns liars!
They would come to Ern's Mother, full of complaint
for their bottoms and trousers ended up quite a state.

After years of good behaviour Ern did rebel,
with arson charges a-plenty his story did sell.
He was papped in the street by reporters in rags
who didn't want burns in clothes with posh tags.
Soon all over the world Ern was hot news and world known
as the bad boy burner who was aloof and alone.
Blonde haired celebritys asked for many a date
and in return they would get charred food on their plate.

Ern had no interest in dating or love
for the fire in him was more that enough.
As he grew older he mellowed with age
and gave out some wisdom that was somewhat sage:

"After all this time there was one thing to learn,
with a name like Ern I was born to burn."