Someone make me laugh

I’m drowning in self pity

And sometimes feeling lost in my own city

But I’ll keep going because I’m gritty

There’s people well worse off

I’ll get out and about in a bit

Feeling pretty burnout

Can’t see the woods from the trees

Fed up of class wars

And these bus strikes (completely behind them though)

Well

I’m saving money (but also not)

More than one thing can be true at the same time

At times

I need to get out of the house

It’s lonely me just being here

Funny how I used to want to be alone here so many times in the past

Now in the present I’m feeling worn out

In the future I’ll feel fresh again (later on mate)

I’m appreciating where I’m at in some ways

Not everything is about your status

I’ll keep vibing

In the words of Boogie Down Productions (‘My Philosophy’)

“I think very deeply.”

The fear of saying the wrong thing is real

It’s key that we choose our words carefully

But

It’s important to let things out (in a channeled way)

And rebel mate

Fed up of so much conservatism (It’s no way to live for me, give me some excitement)

People know I’m sound and what I’m about (not everyone has to like me)

Sometimes I think why do I do any of this

And then I think it’s an outlet

And a bit of fun

Then there’s the Blur line

“You’re *** taking *** the fun out of everything, you’re making me run when I don’t want to think.”

But I know I’m lucky compared to so many

I received snobby comments for being Scouse in the past (or been looked down)

But as a white man I have so many things in my favour (I’d rather there be equality)

(I’ll try to understand things as well as possible)

I’m saying no to toxic masculinity

I’m my own man thank you very much

Just because I’m a good man doesn’t mean I’m ‘soft’

I have edge, some attitude and a rebellious side too

I don’t care about approval, RTs or follows

I’m not x y or z

Stop tryin’ to put people in genres

We don’t need stereotypes

I’m about equality, diversity and understanding

So

I need to laugh

I’ll keep being a charmer

And sound too

Thinking of the nice comments I received (in person that is)

(Ah, I think my hair looked awful but maybe not, glad it looks sound now…maybe…pretty much…no one’s perfect).

You can’t necessarily always quantify absolutely everything with numbers (maybe you can, but they lack emotion)

How many ‘likes’ (or favourites or love emojis) or whatever it is do I need

I’ll go let nature give me some love

(Flippin’ eck lad, get out mate and have a laugh)