Tuesday 27 December 2011

Freak Show

Roll up! Roll up!
See the amazing Bearded Lady!
Doesn't shave her legs, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Or anywhere else!
How foul, what a freak!

Or here, my dear Ladies and Gents,
The Giantess!
Size twelve, Ladies, can you believe it?!
You wouldn't want her, would you, Gentlemen?
Throw her a pie, go on, laugh.
She's barely human.

Gentlemen, I know this will disgust you most.
The Wild Woman, Ladies and Gents.
Look at her, all natural.
No implants, no lipo, no make up!
Isn't she gross?!

Here, Ladies and Gents, we must have a sombre moment.
This is where we kept our greatest freak.
Self Esteem.
She died, Ladies and Gentlemen,
Of heart failure.
A combination of crash diets, self-tanning pills
And a boob-job gone wrong.
A moment to remember her folks...
Now, let's move on.

The End of It All

Words, words,
You've taken my words.
You've ripped them from me
Hidden them away
Turned them against me.
MY words.

The poet's dead.
Her voice is stilled within me
Choked.
On your outpourings.
The words I'm drowning in.

Meaningless.
What does any of it mean?
Why, why, WHY bother writing?
The words don't fix a thing.