I’m tired of quiet platitudes
Egos and unearned attitudes
Swallowing the things I want to say
Gives me indigestion first thing in the day
I want to laugh too loudly for small spaces
And put Fred and Ginger through their paces
I want a fuck off bunch of flowers with a note
And something big and sparkly to hang around my throat
Right now I’d just settle for a Styvie
And very hot sweet cup of tea
I'll eat the chocolate bar I bought on a whim
And use full cream milk and not low fat skim
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