emo poem from your past self
you made me feel like
the first celebrity voted off the island
the official cash rate
a mattress on a berm
celiac disease in subway
the supermarket on a sunday
a quick dry towel
briscoes without a sale
wind and no jacket
shampoo and no hair
oooh yes change is as good
as a holiday, says
the boomer in front of me
on the way into the aeroplane.
it makes me want to stand
on a cliff face so i can yell
into the abyss
look me in the eyes
before you ruin my life.