It's A Short Way To The Bottom
(If You Want To Shock With Poems)

I never became a mall goth
It's crushing to admit that failure
Foolishly, I got married instead
To peoples who weren't mall goths
Stolid people for my stolid middle life
Trying my hand at awkward careers
Such catastrophic misjudgement
Trying to do the 'sensible' thing
Will anyone else appear now?
Now that I'm old and uninteresting
Stuck here on my island of fear
I dreamt of her pretty legs just now
Below summer's flowery skirt
Wearing her old Doc Martens
Like I always loved her to do
Dressed in black holding hands
And it's all gone and she's gone
And everyone else like her gone
I see now how lonely age can be
Just old memories of sunny days
Left in my brain to torture and tease
Ends to youth's impossible dreaming