Oh no baby, don't cry.
I shudder to think what will happen to I.

Coughing like a cold start
Wheezing like a bag
Spitting through the back door
Have another ***
Doing the dying thing

Filling up an ash-tray
Feeding a fat face
Drinking cans of lager
Getting in a state
Doing the dying thing

Reading ****** papers
**** and bingo cards
Have another lager
Another pound of lard
Doing the dying thing

Sitting watching game shows
Rattling paper bags
Looking bored and farting
How the sofa sags
Doing the dying thing

Working for a *******
For very little pay
Yes boss and no boss
For eight hours a day
Doing the dying thing

Safely empty headed
Dull of thought and eye
Ignorant and vacant
There are many ways to die
Doing the dying thing

                                       By Phil Roberts

From the very first time I kissed him,
I realized that no other kiss would satisfy me the same way his did.

I knew I could never tame him, but I wanted him to experience true passion.

I blew his mind,
and I swallowed his essence,
knowing it would be the last taste of him that I would ever get.

He has probably forgotten my existence,
But the problem now is that;
He has left me space bound.

I think about him day and night,
Drifting deeper and deeper into my ponderings,
His irresistible touch,
And flawless smile.

But,but,
Now he is a goner,
And I, on the other hand am a loner,
Sigh !