Completely and utterly boxed in
Rage and resentment building
Putting up with untold s**te
Currently no exit in sight
Since the lockdown began
Someone has blood on their hands
Because I am spitting it daily
As a result of some c**t(s) trying to play me
You actually couldn’t make it up
But I’m no f**king sitting duck
I won’t take this lying down
Don’t underestimate me – I’m nobody’s clown
Serenity was granted
When I couldn’t change what was planted
But when I could, courage was given
And the wisdom to know the difference
What I’ve also been given is time
And a very inquisitive mind
And I will nail you to the floor
For bringing all this crap to my door
If you think I give a s**t
About having to spend a few quid
To replace what I suspect you stole
You never knew me at all
You think you’re so superior
But really you’re deranged, inferior
You throw your weight around
Patronise, look down
Upon everyone
What the f**k are you on?!
Your time will come
Karma is also a c**t
So you have your fun
Keep digging, crack on!
‘Cause that hole’s getting deeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper…
Rachel Rhodes 