Helping Hand

I so badly need to escape this place,
But I think I need a helping hand.
Where are the real-life Mary Poppins?
Where is Peter Pan?
Did she break her umbrella?
Did the Lost Boys disband?
At this point, just send me anybody!
I’ll even take the Boogie Man!

I cant seem to get going
And when all else fails,
I tend to take my anger out
On fiction and fairy tales.
If it weren’t for those works
And their fantastical details,
The weight of my complacency
Wouldnt be tipping the scales.

So, fuck both Grimm brothers!
To hell with Mother Goose!
I’m sick of all their optimism
and the subsequent abuse.
I’m sick of all the unrealism
And how it’s so profuse.
Expectations need to be reduced
And the false hope they produce.

“Once upon a time”…
More like,
“What’s the use?”