Social Murder

Being socially murdered these days, can be such a wonderful thing,

bad-mouthed and backstabbed, but liberated - set free on a wing.

No longer caring what people think – more fool you if you ever did,

just get on with living your living your life, the way it should be lived.

The playground at pick up can be, a lonely and malevolent place,

and what people say behind your back, isn’t the same to your face.

But trust me, there’s no need to feel, any great sense of loss,

harder for a woman than a man maybe, with doves upon the cross.

Everyone’s got some story, very least they’re carrying baggage

and birds of a feather flock together, so says the good old adage.

But let’s fly, leave them behind, find somewhere else to thrive.

Our children will adapt quickly, and you know what? We’re alive.