Youthful Displays

-Sat together on a hill, an aerial for thought

hand in hand again and despairing once more

the son of a builder and a working class w***e

the daughter of suits and apathy for the poor.

- Cunning lines and brushstrokes of youth

one is dark, deceptive and a recluse

the other is light and easy and obtuse

and both are puckered up for much abuse.

- One is real and the other is thin

one is sick of the colour in their tin

the other is sick of the colour of their skin

and neither of these idiots knows where to begin.

- Both so naive in their opposite ways

a healthier balance falls outside their gaze

and they'll be in a state like this for days

concocting even more pitiful, youthful displays.

- Too young to die, so they stare at the ground

the son is a bitter, cynical clown

with the gift of humour that softens the blow

of a mind that travels where others daren't go.

- The daughter has a kindness he cannot exude

a torch in the night, but an agony too

she lives with joy and meaningful bliss

and it kills her think that it might not exist.

- The son is depressed and unable to hide

he tries to perform, but it's a matter of time

before the truth is revealed

and this ruthless ill fate is sealed

- Together they create, and talk of escape

not from the world but a terminal state

of conquering demons and figuring out

that the other is miserable and so full of doubt.