Mr Muscle

Hey apple

Stop looking at me

My head hurts

My heart hurts

My eyes hurt

Meh

Even my tooth hurts

I can be such a drama queen

At least I’m not like that god-damned fiend

I hear that Scottish Chris left too

And the other one wasn’t in

Pretending to be sick

Aha they’re all missing me really

Even old Kath and glasses waali Shirley

Cleaned out the fridge and gave it to my aunt

Like cleaning away memories

With Mr Muscle spray

He does the hard work so you don’t have to

What a lie though

‘Cause he doesn’t have to sit here

And cope with all these memories

Good memories even hurt

Like too tight buttons at the top of your shirt

Squeezing your neck ‘til your face goes blue

I was actually looking forward to getting to know Stu

Red light keeps flashing

Spit keeps on splashing

Time keeps on dashing

Away from my fingertips

Writing about cars

And content for the site

Allah gives us talent, with his amazing might

It’s up to us what we do with it

Use it

Utilise it

Do good with it

We all have the power within us to change the world

Don’t abuse it

You choose init

The right path or the wrong one

Depends on your perception

Like inception

A dream within a dream within a dream

I sit here silently with my mouth closed and my eyes open

And I scream

Can anybody hear me?

Ah, fuck it

I’m fine

I'll be okay

There’s a shortbread cookie with my name on it

Better go get it

It must be in my kismet.