Punishment

You’d never burn in hell

Would you?

You’re far too cool for that

Shame, really

As it’s all you deserve

For being such a twat

A Bit Of Rough

Throw me onto the bed

Dear boy

Your body on mine impose

For a meeting of minds

Is not required

Let alone

An entwinement of souls

Goodbyes

So long

Farewell

Auf Wiedersehen

Adieu

I never liked you anyway

Or the rest of your fucking crew

Wars Of Attrition

Some people stay together

And hate every second of it

But as they’re bound by tradition

They put up with each others shit

They’re worn down day after day

But are far too scared to leave

For of a life full of happiness

They cannot possibly conceive

Cutting

I scythe these words

Across the page

To allow my pain to flow

I find it leaves

Much less of a scar

Than other ways I know

Limbo Affects Lives (1pm)

Let us out

Or lock us in

It doesn’t matter

You’ll never win

For some won’t be told

What to do

You can talk and talk

‘Til your face is blue

But what would help

Is to make a decision

Perhaps then a plan

Would meet less derision

For every day you’re spending

Pissing about like a prick

Lives are needlessly ending

And some don’t give a shit

So come on Boris

Give the public what they want

Just do the job we all pay you for

You fucking fumbling cunt

Unobtainable

Maybe one day we’ll meet again

And maybe one day we won’t

But one things for sure

We’ll never be anything more

Than what either of us had hoped

Out With The Old…

At least yesterday

I missed your feast

It was always the part

I liked the least

Faking a smile

Whilst passing the peas

Thank fuck that now

I can eat in peace

Shit Show

It 
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?

He
said

Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed

Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now

She
said

That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!

Theatrics

Of my love

For you

I’ve never been

More certain

It is time

To drop

The safety curtain

So with confidence

And fiery gusto

Let’s just get

On with our show

Random #45

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.

You probably can’t.

You know the month, the year, the day of the week.

There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car.

You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.

Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.

Birds are not late.

A dog does not check its watch.

Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.

Man alone measures time.

Man alone chimes the hour.

And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.

A fear of time running out.

The Time Keeper – Mitch Albom

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