the kitchen

We perched ourself on the icy shelves,
peering curiously over the tiles of the showroom,
examining the boldness of the colour,
and the beautiful symetry of the patterns.

As we climbed slowly down from our
regally perched shelves
we saw the tiles in a new light.
worn and scathed
we saw the dirt from our feet
and the discolouration from the
perpetual scrubbing to renew it's glow.

This brightness however,
lit up our love for what these tiles had become
filled with charachter joy and reminiscance
we kept the tiles for our kitchen
and as we gazed down
over the marks, scratches and blemishes
we sat in the silence
of what we had just created.

A kitchen that honestly and truely
represented you and me.
And I sat with a smile
because our kitchen, my future
had never looked so good.

White Trash

Whats up, grab a cup,
Grab that bottle, fill her up,
Hitch your dress, make a mess,
kiss a hero, take a guess.
Simply trash, don’t be brash,
Scream out louder, make a splash.

Boys on dope, bring false hope,
Sit in corners in the smoke.
Girls make eyes at pretty guys
Shortly after, unzipped fly’s.
Bad behaviour, willing strangers,
No-one cares about the danger.

Girls in pool, make boys drool,
Make them stare and be a fool,
Hit the street, tap your feet,
Take a swig and deem defeat.
Stumble home, lose your phone,
Take a look at the night you’ve blown.