I'm sick of your cider-soaked bar side philosophies.
I'm sick of your dip-in dip-out wisdoms
that reach as far as glittery quotes on public walls.
You hurt my brain with all you don't know
With the puzzle pieces that you didn't even look for
Before showing me a picture
I don't recognise.
I'm exhausted by the practical,
the "just breath through it",
the "you should get up and talk a walk, the sun will...".
I shove my finger up to your arrogant ignorances.
And pour my beer over the head of your unfair hatreds.
Has all that I've become is a Woman Scorned?
From back shoulder partner
To Defenceless Spinster?
The loneliest I feel is when you try to defend
Me.
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