Oh, griping jealous one
Empty-hearted but for hate and implosive need,
Your hideous scratching infiltrates and,
Echoes in the void of your tin-pan days
And I listen, knowing
It is doomed for you -
‘Schoolboy fixation’,
‘Oddity sensation’.
No one at a party
You never invited anyone to anyway
Self-obsessed as you are,
You cannot look after yourself
Seemingly pleasant
But quite dangerous in your stupidity
Your glue-like fixation and
The phone that rings at all hours,
Your name on the screen
Hideous scratching sounds
You at the door
To your own cell.
