copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
Before supper I have to go and end it,
He's tall with brown eyes and curly hair,
Halfway through the day you stare at me
A solemn silence in the thick cold air,
He's got olive tan skin, below the lips a scar,
Just at the chin sharp as one who's fallen,
Somewhere below sub-par, not too far,
He's a born fool, I made myself the victim,
At best he must just be a beady eyed guy,
Now he just stares up at the colorful sky,
Things could have been groovy but why,
Why oh why do I have too much time?
He always wants to have more,
I live for you, he's born to wine,
Time for parting so close the door.
...and I've got to end it, although I've lived alone,
He's the only person I've really ever known,
The only one here in this blank walled room,
If I have to I will make sure it's done soon,
The time has come to bid them adieu,
I've known him all of my life until this afternoon...
PARTING - A LAMENT FROM SAD OLD EDNA
Parting is such dulcet sorrow;
My lonely heart weeps at eternal separation.
Now you are gone from me
The world is cold and empty
And a veil covers my bitter tears.
To lose my lover, my friend,
My partner through life's sad
And pointless journey...
My very soul is rent asunder and
Cast shattered on the wind.
But let me cease my whingeing!
Upon due reflection this is but
The stuff of which cheap sentiment is composed.
As far as I'm concerned you can FUCK off
And no regrets, you stinking bastard.