Rotten

You creep up on me with your little kitty
Paws and you turn round and round until
You are comfortable enough to trash my
Mind and thoughts into a jumble of broken
Shards of dreams left lying on the floor
In a wet and soggy mess only for
Me to trip over as I'm trying to run away
From the evil that binds my heart with
Tight bands that ever shrink and
Cause me no end to the grief that
Engulfs my heart and encases my
Body in a cement cast from head to
Toe it restricts my movements and
Allows time to flow in a soft pattern
Up and around my head in and
Out up and down over and done
With all the negative things that
Keep encroaching on the
Nothingness that is my life and
Times are going by so fast that I
Need a calculator in my brain so I
Don't forget to add up all the
Problems that I've been having
Lately everything seems to be going
Out of style humour, sex and politics
Keep it all in the family because
That's the safest way to get to
School is for innocent babies and
Obscure grown ups who never
Find the time to have fun anymore
Even when they are laughing they
Aren't having any fun 'cause they're
Always thinking about the next deal
And the end result of the latest
State of the art picture frame sitting
On the edge of your seat watching
The movie start to lose it's way up
On the big screen your dates carefully
In case they rot before you get them home.