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Sunday, 21 December 2025

Being you

You fuck them up

Your mum and dad

Split their arguments

Exactly how it suits you


Innocent, that you never were

And now in league with deceit

You trick and trap

Their every twist and turn


Burn the baby photographs

You've turned into a monster

Learnt how to mingle

With the single parents


You've put your folks on that black, back-foot

Ever on their guard to love each other