Scissors All escapist talk and tears, frustration beats us senseless. Children stamping feet for things, books, films and foreign places. Looking through the kitchen drawers for something to make sacred, chrome plated things that open out and lead to other places. Every brain is banging on the skull that keeps it caged in, drink and drugs and chocolate things are all human ways of facing the day that comes with dawn again, the sun that kicks my face in, snip the plastic of the age, these scissors with my name on. Split from your friends, crying lonely, spilling seeds upon yourself. I can’t help you if you’re sulking, so lock yourself up for the night., for the night, for the night. Call full house my biro’s done with filling in these spaces. All the money I have earned was spent on silly phases. I’m saving for the life I want, someone to spend my wages, snip the plastic of the age, these scissors are contagious. Written by David
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