Cigarettes And Alcohol Poem by Sydney La Roche

Ingrained inside my coffee-stained soul,
Is a sweet vanilla-fudge toffee flavoured hole,
With a damsel in distress: A Disney Princess,
With a cigarette-smile, spouting sentiments I can't repress.

Phoney phrases of melodrama:
I love you. I hate you. I need you. I bed you.
Affluent aromas of marijuana,
Adourn the abode like an arduous aftertaste.

Alcohol and rollies and a golden old story.
Crying and lying and a conqueror's glory,
Trying too hard, And frying the bacon.
Green from the rot of the heart that's been shaken.

Many memories fill this canopy:
I want you. I mock you. I'd kill you. I'd die for you.
Countefeit claims of forgotten philanthropy,
Snuggle with stealth and selfishly populate.

Gloss over the gossip and glaze over gore.
Graze on the greener sides of the lawn.
Forget about justice. Pee on the poor,
'Cause their television screens are winning the war.

Trapped in the bars of a council estate;
A dungeon of artex spirals.
It's impossible to seperate the wrong from the fake,
And dangerous to live in denial.