Broken Plate

My flu ravaged head spoke his mind last night
And what a mess it made
It got me stuck with my parent's fight
It made me smash the plate.

It was a light and floral blue plate
And it used to hold some rice
It was complete a moment ago
It was peaceful while I ate.

The folks, they fought about the usual stuff
Now why did I interfere
Now why didn't I just shut the fuck up
and be on my merry way
Finish up my work
Did all the time there was and get on that plane?
Instead in tears and spit I had to shout my ravaged mind
And broke that fucking plate.

It was a pretty floral blue plate.
Its sides were like many tiny sides of a petal

Used to be part of a series of three
but now there’s only two.
Time moves in a linear direction, as Stephen Hawking says
You can’t undo a broken plate
This means you can’t unsay what’s been said.
The folks are pretty serious now.
It seems this time they’ll separate.

It really was a tug of war with me stuck in the middle
But I really loved them so
But seeing them at each other’s throats
it’s hard to just let go.
It really was the flu
I really felt that fevered throe
I really didn’t mean the words I said
And I didn’t mean to break that plate.