Travelling back from all the bars.
With all the men with flying cars.
Who are living on the planet Mars.

My pint was finished.
My glass was smashed.
More so than me.
Ha ha,
No driving of his flying car,
Drink driving is not good you see.

Sipping drinks from a shiny chalice, beside the Martian sea.
There before me stood in good stead a fella seeking true love,
He found me on a cosmic dating agency.

He was a striking shade of red.
And around his head
He wore a blazing blue bandanna.

I offered him much sustenance in the form of a banana.
What I never knew was that,bananas were toxic to Martian men.
Never again!

Gave him vile flatulence.
No chance of romance, with this lovely Martian chap.
His belly went off with a dreadful bang.
Poor good looking Martian fella,
Belly ruptured.
Blood bright yellow.
Not a very pleasant sight.
Home I go alone tonight.
Martians are hopeless overnight.
(c)LIVVI

i can feel everything we have slowly slipping through my fingers.

i'm trying so hard to hold on but it's like trying to stop sand from falling

through an hourglass and i just can't hold on much longer and i keep

begging and crying out for you to help me and for you to hold on but

the more i do the more your fingers open and all of the sand is falling

so quickly i don't know how to stop it.

*please don't let me go