Jam Tart Heart

Feelings what are they?

Who wants em anyway?

I cut out me heart

An flogged it for a jam tart

Gave Jack a run for his money

He told me it were honey

I said get to fuck

That's jam I know it, I'm a cook

It were sweet for a while

Short crusted it in style

I once would'a cried

Now crumbs fall out me side

No more emotions

Doughy delight, saved from the commotions

A short lived pleasure

The life of a tart is not long to measure

And then its gone

Back to square one

Whats next?

A bloody cherry bakewell

Thats what