Francesca Beard
Hero
To the hero in the corner.
Yeah you, the scary cynic.
To the genius on the dancefloor.
Yeah you, the sexy jerk.
To you who moves the goalposts,
To you who goes to town.
To you who stands them up,
To you who gets let down.
To you who needs to touch,
To you who needs too little.
To you and you and you,
In the middle.
Priceless ones, flagons and champions,
Come to me.
I am false, I believe in the many.
Shopfitter to thieves, I cut the keys to Mercury,
I service the watchtower, I grift the waterfront
I am Follower to Dragons, companion to Drunks.
You cannot tell me anything about arrogance.
I am a labyrinth of indifference.
I am the mirror off the wall.
I see you all.
You, Sir, are a millionaire of your own hair.
You, Lady, are a miracle of unanswered prayers.
You are judgmental, fickle, hypocritical.
You are My Kind of People.
We are all the same, we are all unique.
We are all unimpeachable in our mystique.
Come.
Together, we will spread our dreams under the feet of sycophants.
We will trumpet out the mousy night like elephants.
We will break our chains and ponce around in underpants.
We will come and we will go,
Talking of Leonardo De Caprio.
Shall we? Shall we? Shall we hell.
This exercise is bound to fail.
You couldn't read my pulse if it were in Braille.
Well, enough about you.
I have a birthmark the size of Asia on my brain.
Worshippers crushed at the altar, but still I feel their pain.
I’m rolling dough, I rake the blow, it's yeast to me,
‘Cos all the things that you can't buy, I get for free.
My momma's so phat with a PhT
And even she couldn't squeeze me and my huge head out.
I’m a Caesarian, I’m inhuman,
If I were the Messiah, there would be room at the inn,
I am the new Napoleon except taller and more feminine,
I've got more DNA in my virtual memory
Than you've got in your entire evolutionary family.
I'm sorry.
I got carried away in a slide of insanity.
It’s all about you.
It’s always about you.
Scary cynic, sexy jerk,
You,
In the middle.