Double Zero Intentions

You wanted coffee,
I didn’t even drink tea.
A child calling for safety.
Holy books and annointed gold,
Looking for God in all things,
Beanstalks and breadcrumbs.

Prophecy paved with mould.

You wanted cake,
I didn’t even like cookies.
Growing inside an eggshell,
Then wondered at my bitter blind,
Capital S for punishment.
You couldn’t bear to see me thrive.

Psych. What an utter fuck up.

Drink it up buttercup,
You were the grown up,
Liqueur of life to an innocent mind
I didn’t know any better.
Mm, eye six,
No seven ending there.