"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I don’t often achieve perfection
But I think this is pretty much it
A healthy dose
Of what I feel the most
With just a little rapier-like wit
The Queen Bee
Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
(Originally Posted 26.01.2021)
If you’re talking about my arms
She said
Then the urge I could try to park
But if you mean my wit
She said
That’ll always be razor sharp
Spitting Distance
We
could
have
had
it
all
She
said
But
now
we’re
left
with
nothing
Maybe
we’d
have
been
okay
He
said
Had you
not been
so fucking
cutting
(Originally Posted 30.10.2020)
“It’s a good job we’re not having soup, or else I’d put me head in it and drown meself.”
– Shirley Valentine
‘All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.
It is the secret of their attraction.’
– Oscar Wilde
'The reed used to like the rain...
... But that was merely her selfishness'
What would it take
For you to notice me
Wear a skimpy dress
Paint my lips so readily
Well all I have is my words
So I guess that counts me out
As there’s nothing at all about them
That suggests I’d like to hangout
I’ll
take
your
hand
If
you
are
frightened
I’ll
hold
you
hair
If
you
get
sick
I’ll
even
lead
you
To
the
path
of
enlightenment
If
you’re
really
fucking
quick
I know
I really
shouldn’t
laugh
At her
seemingly
heartfelt
epitaph
But I
know you
would’ve
had a giggle
At such
overwrought
sentimental
drivel
Xxx
I like
it when
you laugh
He said
I wish
you’d do
it more
Just write
another
paragraph
She said
Then you’ll
really see
me roar
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 