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Michael Gove, Unicorns and Shit.

Poetry By: SheGoCray

God, my poetry's either taken a turn for the worst, or its become beautiful. I'd like to think the latter of the two.

Submitted:Mar 12, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The days haunt me And my nightmares about you Are the only things keeping me Sane. Sometimes I wish That I could I don't know. Cut both of my hands off. Just so I didn't feel the need to Touch you And mentally undress you Every time you walk past. Because I'm pretty sure if I had No hands, That would prove itself to be a pretty Difficult task. But I can't. Because this 'selfish' God Gave us two hands. Fuck. Two hands. I can't cut my hands off because I have Two hands, And if I were to use my right hand to cut off my left hand How would I cut off my right hand? Gee. Thanks a lot, God. Love sucks. Literally if you're a lesbian. This is your fault That I'm constantly frowning. I feel peer pressured into smiling, I think I need counselling. Peer pressured, is that even a thing any more? When I told my mum this she said 'if your friends were Laughing and Playing and Bitching on their unicorns About how great Michael Gove is And how many rainbows they shat out Last night, Would you do it too?' Well no mum, Michael Gove is a cunt, What? No, I wouldn't. But I would jump off a bridge And on the way down Say Everything's gonna be okay Everything's gonna be okay Everything's gonna -splat. Yes, I just metaphorically killed myself For you. They should have never taught us That what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Because it doesn't. It makes you think about stuff.


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