Nesting Dysfunction

An ode to the generationally maladjusted

“Broken Biscuits”, Bing Image Creator Dall.E.3 (modified)

The Word is 'Little'

Little broken biscuits, in a little paper bag,

There’s a little bit of unity, in being a little sad.

A little piece of me, for a little bit ‘bout you,

It’s a little bit of how we make, little sense of what we do.

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I’m a little damaged, you’re a little bit the same,

We had a little conversation, about why we’re not to blame.

A little bit of chaos, a little pity porn,

We were little victims first, later we were born.

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You’re a little like your mother, I’m a little like my dad,

You’re a little suicidal, they say I’m fundamentally bad.

A little inebriated bonding, gives us a superficial ‘up’,

Taking one more little drink, making room inside our cups.

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Beset by little flashbacks, the cavalry comes on draught,

But after one more little drink, the absurdity makes us laugh.

A little nostalgia’s where we’d be headed, but reality’s in the way,

To invent little happy yesterdays, we must obliterate today.

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So show your good intentions, by being a little rash,

Write out lots of little cheques, you know they'll never cash,

Make an empty promise, to make a little change,

Trauma is your lifetime pass, for being a little strange.

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And in their little futures, the past will be reborn,

We’ll trade little pity parties, for being remorseful and forlorn.

It’ll feel a little different, but they will understand,

We made very little effort, but still deserve a little hand.

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Their faces will be a little older, you’ll have never seen them grow,

When you say you've been a little sick, they’ll already know,

As you stumbled into them, they got a little broken too,

But there’s little expectation, because you never followed through.

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So perhaps they’ll have a little drink, and talk into the night,

How being raised in total darkness, made little dreams about the light,

It’s a little way of coping, but this was not self-taught,

The little truth they learned from you, nothing was their fault.

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When you’re a little out of sight, you’ll be completely out of mind,

You taught them a little lesson, that neglect is being kind,

That is how you’ll be a little part, of every turn they take,

Going through the motions, being a little fake.

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As a little bit of history, you’re best left in the past,

Your going will be of little loss, but the legacy will last,

You’ll be a little alibi, for everything they do,

Blaming everybody else, a typical little you.

“The Nesting of Dysfunction”, Bing Image Creator Dall.E.3 (modified)

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