Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
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
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
Why should I bother
Going to bed
When there's nothing
To wake up for
Why should I bother
Waking up
When I enjoy sleeping
So much more
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
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!
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
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
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands
I’ll give you one day
Where the sun will shine
And that day is Friday
This week
But after that
It’ll all fall flat
And it’s back
To the future that’s bleak
I still cry myself to sleep
Not that you’d know
You selfish creep
You think because
We all lost him
That we both feel the same
But you’ve really got
No fucking clue
How I live each day in pain
‘But all my trials, Lord
Will soon be over…’
Looking through old photos
It’s only now I’m struck
By how much your eyes
Betray your lies
And your smile is fake as fuck
What's the matter
He said
Are you sick?
Yes
She said
Of all your shit!
I’m glad you’ve had
A good few days
I’m glad they were
‘The best’
I am also glad
You were nowhere near me
For that alone
I am blessed
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed
Your murdered bird
I can’t think of anything
More absurd
Than to eat your friends
On Christmas Day
Proclaiming such abuse
As the Christian way
Is that it now
He said
Have the bells rung out?
I cannot eat another sprout
Oh shut your face
She said
All you’ve done is moan
You’ll be spending next year
On your fucking own
‘I was too busy serving
To listen to the speeches…’
I’m neither little
Nor quite charming
In fact my words
Can be most alarming
But the friends I’ve made
In different ways
All serve to brighten
My darkest days
So thanks to you all
For reading my shit
It warms this dark heart
Just a little bit
So what is going to happen
When I'm here all alone
Nobody allowed to visit
Me unable to go home
I guess I'll just watch shit TV
And drown myself in beer
Whilst hoping for an early end
To all this fucking cheer
It seems that I am destined
To forever rue the day
I didn’t just pack up my bags
And simply walk away
I know it’s there
In the shed
Waiting for when
I choose death instead
I will no longer apologise
To you or anyone else
For the only person
I now need to please
Is my own fucking self
Different lives
Different choices
If only we had the confidence
To listen to those voices
Run around
Jump up and down
There’s a new love in town!
He’s really neat
And ever so sweet
This black heart skips a beat
I think that now
I’m ready for more
I want him to whisk me
Across the dancefloor
If only
I could
wrap my
thoughts
As
neatly
as my
presents
But
paper,
string and
glitter
bows
Don't
provide
an adequate
defence
They say you don’t know
What you mean to people
Whom you may never see
Well all I can say
Is I hope and pray
That no one relies on me
Not only is it the time of year for giving
But the time for receiving too
You’ve no idea how glad I am
There’s no more bullshit gifts from you
‘We are far too young and clever…’
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