The product I’m selling,
Is worthless at heart,
Woefully useless,
And broken in part.

Born obsolete,
It wouldn’t be missed,
It’s our first ever product,
To not want to exist.

I’m taking all offers,
We could burn it together,
It’s on sale right now,
As it has been forever.

It offers you nothing,
And offers me less,
I’ll throw it away,
And put me to rest.



Two sides of a card,

the coward, the liar,

too scared to seek,

what he does not desire.


He’ll think of a thousand,

excuses, defences,

they’ve just broken up,

or her other ‘offences’.


They’ll walk for a while,

sometimes in silence,

and he’ll hold his breath,

for an act of defiance.


But she gets her train,

and he gets his,

if romance was agony,

then friendship is bliss.