This is why you're fat

Things I regret:

The chocolate after every meal,
The wine I thought would help me heal.
The ice creams on every hot day,
And sometimes even the cold couldn’t keep me away.
The chippies I ate while lying on the couch,
And the lollies I kept in my bag in a pouch.
The times I didn’t get up and dance,
The pizza I ate without a second glance.
The cake I ate on the day of my birth,
And at other times, increased my girth.
The times I turned down a walk,
In the mirror I can’t help but gawk.

Now I know why my pants don’t fit,
No more luxuries I’ll permit.

The Election Blues

It’s been a week since they voted you back into power,
I’m so angry and sad, in the corner I cower,
The majority of our country can’t see the real you,
So now you can do all the evil you want to do,
Your supporters are horrible they boo and jeer,
For your opponents, it’s rude and really not fair,
This whole situation sends me into fits of rage,
But there’s nothing I can do, our country feels like a cage,
Next time will be different; we can’t give up hope,
It’s only three more years that we must cope.

The Child Speaks

Author's note: Child abuse in New Zealand is rampant. It's horrific and it's sad. For some reason, parents in this country are so angry and no one's really sure why or how to stop it. This poem is based on this story but it's not the first and it's not the last.


It was hot, the sun was shining, the day I took my final breath.

Kids were running around the neighbourhood, screaming with joy,
But I wasn’t screaming with joy.

I was a good, happy child, I could do no harm,
But they could never see that.

They threatened me and I got scared,
I had an accident.

They were furious,
They hit me again and again and again.

I screamed as loud as I could,
Hoping someone would come, someone would save me,
But they didn’t.

I wished I could go back to the people who loved me,
I didn’t understand what I did to make these people so mad.

Now it’s too late,
The sun was shining the day my parents killed me.