I'm in this London place
You can vanish without a trace...
A sparkling esoteric star
Keeps on the hope ajar...
Wait.
Listen...
Hypocrite
(for the so-called Politicians...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
He stood staring
Hearing the echo of their words...
Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...
Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...
I'm a heterosexual,
Conservative white male...
Little boy blue
with sagging jeans...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...
I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...