I even set Fred up bebo
And I got embarrassed
Hoping the ground
Would swap me up
When bumping into his pals
On a night out
Or in town during day
And them chanting
About his size
"What's that coming over the hill
It's Freds monster..."
It's a song by an indie band.
So I left a joke
On social media
Then wished I hadn't
I would stake my life
On it that I was
Drunk. But it was
Really getting out of hand.
And Fred just bottled
It all up and took it elsewhere.
It was meant
To be banter.
If it was that bad
I am certain
That Fred would have
Made me delete it.
It was taste less and beneath me .
All I achieved was
Making a fool of myself.
I honestly thought
Nobody paid attention
To me anyway
After stint in hospital.
An old friend of mine
Put that I was
A childhood friend
On choice section
I was just an embarrassment now.

One of my dad's friends
Spoke to me on a night out
And when I came
Back out the bathroom
Fred had knocked him out cold
He was lying on the floor.
Fred said he thought
He was following me
Into the ladies? In a busy pub?
I told my brother
About him being possessive
And jealous and I was corrected
Just possessive.
I meant jealousy
When men flirted.
What else did I have. Nothing.
Who would ever be jealous
Of someone like me?
Who had been in treatment
At mental health wing?
I get it. I get it.

We were in a local pub
My grandfather was ill
I had no make up
And his now old pals
Girlfriend and friend
Were made up and pretty
And Fred said something
About his "guts"
So I decided I had to split.
He wouldn't move so
I left on my own.
Fanning twenties.