He said,
Oh my god it's ****'s enormous!
Looks like it fell
Off of a brontosaurus.

She said,
Look out love,
It could knock you down!
It could quite easily level this town,
Glass and rubble all around.
My god it's gonna **** the town hall!!!

Chewits
advert late 70's.

Love is the waiting room
They give you something to do
You don't have to complete it though
That onus is on you

Love's the chastisement
They give you a talking-to
Demand you mull
And weigh yourself
Well BOO HOO HOO HOO

Change your name
And I'll give you the world
Relax your neck
And let Rewards unfurl
It's just a name
Don't be so absurd
But david he said no.

You always have more time
Than you think you do
Till you don't

You always eat more pies
When your wife's away
And critique the mirror for your thoughts
Don't ever lose the urge
To let things slip away
It's one of the things that makes up for your faults
You know it does you no good
To keep **** locked away
See it oozing
Through the cracks in the vault

And the wind needs something
To pull upon if it's Going to make
Something rip
So before you have
A big swig o that milk
It's wise to have
A precautionary sniff

Now you don't look
Anything but doomed to me
With so little time left
Here on this earth
Still you have seen
All  your eyes
care to see
Your ways and words
Have shown
The world your worth

And the only time
That I saw Jimmy cry
Was
The night Barney Conroy died.

Devastated scene
Dishevelled bodies 
Dehydrated with 
Dislocated arms 
Disengaged legs
Oh, distressed state rescue teams had
Dispatched the bodies 
Deadlocked war situation 
Displeased, not disappointed
Determined, the soldiers fight. 
Dissembled traits can never be
As a warrior, he is always 
HONOURED 
never Dishonoured

Listen to aluminium by Roth Bart Baron if you don't speak Japanese
It beauty and its ache will bring you to your knees
I'm clueless what he's singing about
And I don't want to know
To understand them lyrics
Might diminish the glow.

The death of his mother?
The end of a love?
The start of a new one that fits like the glove?
A celebration of friendship?
A recovered one once sick?
Or did some ******* kick his dog to death,
Just like poor old John Wick?

I hate being dramatic,
But being insincere to you even worst.

Those words you told me,
Taste like a dark chocolate,
It was bitter to swallow,
So I drank milk to remove the bitterness
Which mean no worries between us

I'm not mad nor sad,
Just a lil disappointed,
And unglad that I was right.
You made me wave a white flag twice.

But please, no worries,
You're tough, really tough
You been through a lot,
I refuse to make it difficult to you

If it hard, I'll make it easier.
If plan A failed, I'll make plan B.
You carry the world on your right hand,
I'll be your left hand.
You're a bird inside a cage,
I'll set you free.

I don't want you reading my words and say; "You're just saying it."
No, I don't wanna spreading ****
They called as "beautiful lies"

I really want to hold my words,
Be your biggest supporter.
I'll be a woman of my words,
In a good friend way.