Listen
There's a story in here
But I don't know
How to tell it
It's not got a happy ending
It's not got an ending at all
Nor much
Of a beginning either
The characters are striking
For their lack of character
Their hopes are puerile
Their dreams prurient
Concerned with minutia
They forget their purpose
There is a story in here
But I've not got
The stomach to tell
They lock themselves away
In castles made of plastic
Hoarding meaningless bobbles
In vanity they swim
Hating each other
For what they don't have
Casting stony aspersions
Through glass hearts
They tear each other apart
Desperate to tell
A story that's not thiers
There's a story in here
But it's best left alone
There's a story in here
But It's not getting told