She’s a peculiar person In an ordinary world She thinks life is meant to be lived Not days spanned to years Spent at a desk logging in hours to pay bills Clubs don’t excite her Apple martinis don’t percolate her taste buds She’d rather a hike through the hinterland Sipping on a green tea spiked…


Coily, Curly Down my back Or in a pony These mangled locks Tell a story Of a sorted past Too complicated And Too distorted


Free me from your commonality Locked in a cell built by all your expectations Nourished by your admiration Berated by your discontent Treating me like the mindless drones Prompting me to fall in line I think And that’s where our problem lies Diamonds don’t dim down their shine Just because plastic is all around