The Idyll Watcher

Across the street there Jason sits

His mam and dad are rightly pissed

The little hero broke his wrist

And worse was done the kid he hit

“You weren’t standing up for s**t”

“You’re not a f*****g shield ya’twit”

But i feel safer cause of it 

Was my defense worth all this grit

Next door Sammy feels the pits 

The only frog that wasn’t kissed 

The only girl with zero tits

That all the boys just must’ve missed

With trendy hair and new outfits 

Not one of them would dare commit

I’m scared that she just can’t admit 

That she’s worth more than swapping spit

In Daraghs house a blunt is lit 

Cause carpet burn’s preferred to slits

Life’s just another easy flit 

This kinda life seems to fit

So why on earth would he quit 

So he rocks back and then submits

But look at me the hypocrite

The counterfeit psychiatrist 

I strut and fret illiterate 

As god’s chosen initiate 

The looking glass is virtuous 

Despite my sins that I omit

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a typical child psychologist's caseload. The speaker comes across as a burnout case, one who has seen too many of these scarred children and too little progress. Very realistic and well rhymed offering here.