You can see me performing this at the monthly nght I host and programme, Speech Motion, last Tue of the month (not Dec)
I crawled into my mummy’s bed and started bawling
I could feel the depression calling
Four days here, four days there
Is that the cause of my despair?
But I’m a nomad gypsy
Well used in inconsistency
Perhaps I miss the intimacy
My mum’s hugs have intensity.
London lacks love,
As buildings rise above
The people are more aloof
Than the shards un-built roof
Its the loneliness among the millions
The ostentation of the buildings
I miss my mum’s hug
In the land of push and shove
Its three years since i’ve been in love.
You start to wonder,
Whats wrong with me
Men find me pretty,
Others have found love in this city.
You think, I must try harder
But there’s nought more depressing than gaydar
You scroll through columns of profile pictures
People’s personal scriptures
Depictions like, I’m easy going
Don’t like moaning,
Good sense of humour
I want something deeper
You send a message into the ether
And then they don’t even bother
To reply to your witty banter
Or they want a threesome
Then you find someone with some gumption
You send endless messages
Add on Facebook pages
Plan to meet, set a day
Think of a treat
Then they go silent,
Is there anything more violent
Than not even answering the phone
Nothing makes you feel more alone
Or you have some great dates
Start to tell you mates
Then they say, I’m depressed
Our lives are just too stressed
There hung up on their ex
And i’m left craving sex
They say, lets be friends
And there the courtship ends.
So you ask your friends to meddle,
Find someone on your level
But gay friends wont go gay dancing
And gay friends are off romancing
And i’m left masturbating
Thank fuck i’ve got my family
To help me keep sanity
