Broken

They want to hear a broken a heart
A distant past
A sense of humour in a mirthless laugh

They want the pain and regret
The phlegm from my chest
Words spun from whisky and cigarettes

They want bitterness and sin
A guilty hand on her innocence
And a twisted love story to witness

They don’t want poverty
Equality
Or a fight against a corporate monopoly

They want to cry
But they don’t want to fight
They want to read
And hang on the words I write

They don’t want dying children
Shallow graves and ill treatment
If you speak out and they’ll call it treason

They want peace and love

They need to hear it, eat it up

Believe and achieve in a perverted lust

But they don’t want to know it doesn’t exist.

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