Fighting Wars

Fighting wars on many fronts,
Abuse, the hammer of the grunts,
That wield their cowardice en masse,
And trap you in a deep crevasse,

Where life is struggle to and fro,
The hardest ploy which way to go,
To shake the fierce tormented wreck,
Of fists that wrap around your neck,

And squeeze until you cannot bear,
The dark and unrelenting stare,
Of narcissistic smug refrain,
That twists inside your weary brain,

And as you pry your spirit loose,
They only tighten up the noose,
The rules are changing evermore,
And there are none to hear you roar,

And so you slowly drown in grief,
And bitterness, for time’s a thief,
That steals the savvy of your youth,
And plants an unforgiving truth,

That life is fraught where chaos reigns,
Let history reveal the pains,
For enemies will mask their stunts,
You’re fighting wars on many fronts.

© The Complicated Bunny – 27 Aug 2022

An Epic Heist

The cat in the hat,
Sat by the rat,
The bunny was ignored,
The dog in fog,
Was full of grog,
And next to bunny snored,
The rat begat,
The best of cat,
Contempt for bunny soared,
The cog of dog,
Was bogged in smog,
While hate on bunny poured.

The rat told cat,
I love your hat,
So bunny tried to schmooze,
But rat who spat,
Was backed by cat,
And lit poor bunny’s fuse,
That stupid hat,
That sat on cat,
Caused bunny’s rage to ooze,
So old dog’s cog,
Who woke agog,
Helped bunny plan a ruse.

The cat put hat,
Near rat on mat,
While bunny set the trap,
Dog tossed the grog,
Now set to flog,
The hat near bunny’s lap,
Whilst cat and rat,
Played on the mat,
The bunny grabbed the cap,
And dog’s old cog,
Was full of jog,
As bunny hid the crap.

The cat on mat,
Sat next to rat,
With bunny still at fault,
The dog whose fog,
Now barely smog,
Was waiting for the jolt,
The rat who sat,
Passed hat to cat,
With bunny in revolt,
The crap went splat,
On cat and rat,
As dog helped bunny bolt.

So back to cat,
And rat both splat,
By bunny’s awesome scheme,
The moral slog,
Don’t be a trog,
Or bunny’s rage will steam,
Now clean the mat,
You dirty rat,
While bunny’s off to dream,
That stupid hat,
Now full of scat,
Is busted at the seam.

© The Complicated Bunny – 15 Jul 2022

A manic sequel to my first take on a Dr Seuss classic. One of my favourite writers and a brilliant wordsmith.

The Toxic Shadow

Just like a toxic shadow,
Spreading chaos everywhere,
You creep and crawl relentlessly,
And hunger for despair,
The trauma you facilitate,
Dispersed without remorse,
Divides the shattered pieces,
In the wake of your discourse.

Just like a noxious cumulus,
You suffocate my needs,
There’s only air for you to grow,
Your narcissistic weeds,
An evil presence lurking,
With a smug sarcastic grin,
A rancorous existence,
Choking life from deep within.

Just like a nervous viper,
Jaws affixed with ruthless fangs,
A venom waiting for its prey,
Absorbed with human pangs,
No tenderness nor empathy,
Can fill that blackened hole,
You treat me like I’m damaged,
But it’s you who has no soul.

Just like a toxic shadow,
Your disgrace is all around,
But I am not your seventh son,
My life will be profound,
Devoid of all your bullshit,
And your petulant unkind,
It’s time for wings to spread,
And leave the narcissist behind.

© The Complicated Bunny – 12 Jul 2022


I struggle with injustice,
‘Cause I want you all to pay,
For the abuse you summoned loose,
And decades of decay,
I so regret I cannot get,
Those years you stripped away,
Yes I struggle with injustice,
Every single wretched day.

I struggle with forgiveness,
For the anger fogs my brain,
I feel my heart might split apart,
If rage does not refrain,
From burning all that’s yearning,
In the throws of savage pain,
Yes I struggle with forgiveness,
And these tears of acid rain.

I struggle with surrender,
For to fight is all I know,
The endless pill of bitter ill,
Corrupts my urge to go,
Will darkest night always delight,
Or crush me from below,
Yes I struggle with surrender,
Like a seed that will not grow.

I struggle with indifference,
For I know I shouldn’t care,
The world projects what life neglects,
I’m trapped by fake compare,
The headlights suturing my frights,
Compounding all I dare,
Yes I struggle with indifference,
Drowning slowly in despair.

I struggle with injustice,
For I know you’ll never pay,
My thunder cast asunder,
Left to wallow in dismay,
But the abuse became obtuse,
When life became decay,
Yes I struggle with injustice,
But my truth will have its day.

© The Complicated Bunny – 11 Jul 2022

Jammed Up

I know we are supposed to love,
The body we are in,
But mine feels like a prison,
And the bars are my own skin,
I used to feel so light and free,
Like I could run for days,
But now my jam is hiding,
From the fear of constant haze.

I know we are supposed to love,
The person that we are,
But trauma shaped my destiny,
As one gigantic scar,
I wonder if I’ll ever be,
Content with who I am,
Instead of feeling broken,
By a past that haunts my jam.

I know we are supposed to love,
The life that we have made,
But sometimes it resembles,
Dancing on a rusty blade,
The edge is always moving,
And the dangers never wane,
From slicing manic dissidence,
Which paints my jam insane.

I know we are supposed to love,
The moment that we breathe,
By I was always trapped within,
This heart upon my sleeve,
No harmony to guide me,
Only narcissistic schemes,
My jam forever drowning,
In relentless ghastly dreams.

I know we are supposed to love,
The body we are in,
But still I struggle feeling,
Any comfort in my skin,
My prison needs to shatter,
So my jam can wander free,
And lead me to a grateful place,
Where I love who I see.

© The Complicated Bunny – 05 Jul 2022

Glasser’s Basic Weeds

I know you want a hopeful spin,
On Glasser’s basic needs,
The problem is my life,
Is overgrown with toxic weeds,
I cannot even contemplate,
What freedom must be like,
My heart has nothing left to give,
My soul is one big spike.

I cannot think of hope or love,
The water is too deep,
And figuring where I belong,
Disrupts my weary sleep,
My life’s about survival,
Nothing more and nothing less,
I’d love to find a knight,
But I was never good at chess.

And fun is a distraction,
But it doesn’t change a thing,
No matter how much progress,
I’m still stuck inside the ring,
Absorbing brutal punches,
From a life that hits me blind,
I’d love to have some peace,
But it is just too hard to find.

So if you want a hopeful spin,
On Glasser’s basic needs,
We have a lot of work to do,
On pulling out those weeds,
My heart is locked in turmoil,
Every day I start to slip,
Before we dance in marigolds,
Let’s loosen mother’s grip.

© The Complicated Bunny – 19 Jun 2022

This poem is the sixth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.


One wrong step, ka-fucking-boom,
The torment is unfurled,
A dagger twisted in your gut,
Your knuckles torn and knurled,
And when you hit rock bottom,
Then the shit is really hurled,
Yes one wrong step, ka-fucking-boom,
You’re right back in my world.

One wrong word, ka-fucking-boom,
Your head is on a stake,
You cannot win no matter what,
When character is fake,
A toxic narcissistic weed,
Destroying all you make,
Yes one wrong word, ka-fucking-boom,
Your heart was born to break.

One wrong deed, ka-fucking-boom,
You’re singled out for life,
The family’s pariah,
Sibling pummelling was rife,
A stupid little ne’er-do-well,
Who’s sharper than a knife,
Yes one wrong deed, ka-fucking-boom,
You’re head first into strife.

One wrong choice, ka-fucking-boom,
Your life turns upside down,
You do your best to get along,
Though treated like a clown,
Sometimes you cannot breathe,
And feel yourself about to drown,
Yes one wrong choice, ka-fucking-boom,
Uneasy lies the crown.

One wrong move, ka-fucking-boom,
You’re triggered in the brain,
Bipolar loves it’s freedom,
When you hand over the rein,
And struggling is useless,
For you cannot fight the pain,
Yes one wrong move, ka-fucking-boom,
You’re labeled as insane.

© The Complicated Bunny – 17 Jun 2022

The Mine/Mind Field

I never seem to catch a break,
No matter where I step,
A powder keg goes up in smoke,
I’m full of staunch regret,
It surely is a minefield,
Living in this house of doom,
Just one wrong move at life’s behoove,
And chances go kaboom.

I never seem to win the war,
That ravages my head,
The only time there’s ever peace,
Is when you go to bed,
My brain is such a mind field,
Feelings retch, emotions zoom,
It only takes a single quake,
To crash amongst the gloom.

I never seem to grab a breath,
Before I start to drown,
A lifetime full of wondering,
Will I bequeath the crown,
Of living in a minefield,
Searing hopes with bitter fume,
I try to fight with all my might,
But life is just a tomb.

I never seem to dodge a joke,
When family’s around,
The experts when it comes,
To dragging spirits to the ground,
Sarcastic laden mind field,
Painful secrets to exhume,
I know this lot has lost the plot,
I’m off to clean my room.

I never seem to catch a break,
No matter what I do,
I shudder in my silence,
As you trash the other shoe,
My life is just a minefield,
Dodging narcissistic plume,
If I could pay to have my way,
My freedom bud would bloom.

© The Complicated Bunny – 14 Jun 2022


Freedom what a slippery slope,
It’s meaning coiled around a rope,
Which hangs adrift just out of reach,
And casts a shadow on my speech,
For all my dreams are whispers too,
Which slowly drag an awkward view,
Where windows offer no respite,
From dangers lurking in the night.

And though I fight to take a breath,
I wonder what becomes my death,
Will I be free to live my best,
Will reaper’s grim belay my quest,
And if my freedom grants me peace,
Will all the torment finally cease,
Or will I spend my final days,
Forever lost in toxic haze.

Now freedom is a basic need,
But one I’ve never felt succeed,
For life for me is bound by chains,
Where narcissists have laid remains,
That kept me locked in games I loathed,
A blackened sheep just barely clothed,
Reminded everywhere I turned,
That freedom’s cost is often spurned.

Yes freedom is a slippery slope,
I wish I could grab tight that rope,
And hoist myself towards a life,
Not burdened by despair or strife,
But wishes are the dreams of fools,
And I am trapped by bitter rules,
So I must wait for destiny,
To grab my wrist and pull me free.

© The Complicated Bunny – 10 Jun 2022

This poem is the fourth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.


I cannot fathom reasons why,
A bully screams till people cry,
Is power over others might,
Or is it simply fear and spite,
A weakness in their D.N.A.,
That shoulders darkness and decay,
Where bigotry is raised and fed,
And torment lies beneath their stead.

I can embrace a self belief,
A power to extinguish grief,
In those that struggle to be free,
To build them up empowers me,
For I prefer to right the wrongs,
And sing the most inspiring songs,
For power over self alludes,
To happiness a heart exudes.

I cannot fathom narcissists,
Who walk the earth with battered fists,
Just begging to engage a fight,
To feed their ego’s shameful blight,
That brings about destructive force,
You’ll never see them feel remorse,
A martyr for their shallow quest,
A calloused soul that spews unrest.

I can embrace a reckoning,
In spite of narcissists I bring,
A power that is used for growth,
For kindness is my solemn oath,
An altruistic basic need,
That plugs my spirit when I bleed,
I struggle true but I’m not done,
Until my freedom has been won.

I cannot fathom hurtful creed,
That preys upon the wounds that bleed,
And makes a fascist puff their chest,
For all the damage they behest,
It is a sickness for all time,
When power fuels such hateful crime,
A scourge for all humanity,
A pestilence they cannot see.

I can embrace a need for hope,
To climb from darkness on this rope,
Which dangles for the greater good,
Endorsing mercy as it should,
For power doesn’t just corrupt,
If used for peace it can erupt,
And bring about much needed change,
Destroying rhetoric’s derange.

And so I wield my power strong,
To right the lies that did us wrong,
To build us up, not tear us down,
So we can beat that sullen frown,
And ride our inspiration true,
For every day we start anew,
Is one more chance for joy we chase,
Will make this world a better place.

© The Complicated Bunny – 09 Jun 2022

This poem is the third in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.