Untitled 2 Poem by Damien Nicholson

lights are flashing, blinkers blinking
i'm only saying what everyones thinking
now i cant see the trees through the wood
coz no-one when cares when i'm good
is it that i'm hard, or just hard to please
i'm unhappy at the arriving babies
not them personally, but the thoughtlessness
and the possibiltiy of another life in a mess
who do you think you are, and what it is your doing
all the questions unanswered on a road to ruin
your expectations are better than the reality
and its you thats testing to my sanity