"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all
And it’s better to hide the knives,
I find,
To protect your abdominal wall
The Dagger
At
least
I don’t
feel pain
anymore
As my
insides
spill
to the
floor
(Originally Posted 04.09.2020)
What the fuck is wrong with us
Said the spider to the fly
Why can’t we just stay in one spot?
To be honest I just follow you
Said the fly to the spider
As you’re the only friend I’ve got
Let’s Go Back
This was the wrong choice
Said the spider to the fly
I think we should return
I suppose you’re right
Said the fly to the spider
When will we ever fucking learn?
(Originally Posted 25.08.2019)
Let’s Go
Fuck this shit
Said the spider to the fly
I really cannot be arsed
I agree entirely
Said the fly to the spider
I’m done with this bloody farce
(Originally Posted 25.08.2019)
Based on a true story this
From when I was about six or seven
I stole some sweets
So the owner called the police
In order to teach me a lesson
I have always felt
He was a little harsh
And his reaction was over the top
But I guess I learned then
Never to steal again
Well, at least not from his shop
Cops & Robbers
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I only
stole
a few
pear
drops…
(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)
Melodramatic?
Me?
Never!
The Night Shift
Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?
For life…
(Originally Posted 31.07.2019)
Absence
He said
Makes the heart grow fonder
And telling lies
She said
Makes your nose grow longer
So now you’re back
You think I’ll crack
And give you my heart again
Well I’ve changed tack
And jumped into the sack
With your (much fitter) best friend
Time is running out
She said
Remember we’re on the clock
I wish you’d just stop checking
He said
And focus on my… shoulder
With cider
A go go
And knickers
A yo yo
The experience
A so so
Anything more
A no no
Nobody says ‘potahto’
I’ve never met anyone else
Who could spin a tale like you
Who tied people in knots with laughter
Who turned the air so cheekily blue
You were a master of your trade
The likes of which there’ll only ever be one
I’ll never forget your stories
Even now you’re gone
You’ll always be my hero
And a treasure to many more
I hope one day we’ll meet again
My Glaswegian raconteur
Xxx
You
and
meSitting
in a
treeK-I-S-S-I-N-
No thanks
You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him
She
said
You’ll
never
know
how
we felt
I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame
He
said
For
fear
that he
would
melt
When
Where
Why
What
And
Who
Amongst
Us
Gives
A
Fuck?
Punctuation;
is (only) as important,
as you ‘want’ it to be.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 