My Denial

Even if I’m wearing black Black’s not my style. And I will deny that I wont accept fact. It’s not a living hell It’s my denial. When I’m feeling mad’s The only time I smile. I’m not left or right I vote for the vile Before I choose denial. I don’t need to be locked up I love my inner exile Where I deny my denial. Even though I’ve got kids I am infertile Can I deepen my denial? When I’m feeling mad’s The only time I smile. I’m not left or right I vote for the vile Before I choose denial. How can you reconcile A veteran juvenile Who lives in denial Writing words of bile? You say I wrote this bit And I will deny it! When I’m feeling mad’s The only time I smile. I’m not left or right I vote for the vile Before I choose denial. 22 July, 2016