Oh Jake, you are so fake.
Stuff your face without a cake.
Sipping drinks with your herd,
Spilling drinks as your gorge on words.
Sat in your Blue Anchor, drink in hand.
Your messages so out of hand.
Your insults simply cannot stand,
Is 'Be Kind' now banned?
Asked me out: I said no.
Crying rage you said so!
But the nation's tears flow,
As my COVID fears grow!
So you must now know,
Fake friends are not my woe!
I really have no time for your lies of slime,
As it's really past your bedtime.
To call you a friend is a crime,
So I'll end it now; call it time.
My parents are not alcoholics,
Your claims are shambolic.
And as you scream, 'alcohol parents',
It's rather apparent that you're quite aberrant.
One day you'll be a parent.
An alcohol parent.
YOU ARE READING
Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoetryHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
