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Just when did this time come, when it seems so apparent
As we were never self taught, by our guardian or our parent
That at some point it may look a mess
And from what we now see online, it's a something to address
Even in shops, such as Superdrug and Boots
It's on the man shelf, to shave how it should suit
As now the wife is comparing, to what she has seen in ****
We have never been so careful, not even cutting the front lawn
And it's not a point I'd like to take up with my local barber
I think I'll keep it to myself, a secret I can easily harbour
As who's going to know if we keep a big old bush
I'll just keep it as it is, as I'm in no manscape rush

JJB
Is this my sanction
Is this my safe
Is this where I hide when my thoughts turn insane
Is this where I direct those crazy cackled cowels
Is this where I finally succumb and throw in the white towel
Is this my dark place where the world is cut off
Is this the place I end when I have finally had enough

JJB
Okay,
so pour me another and say that again?
Billions of people believe in a myth
A tale
A story
A fear to make them scared and tense
A belief with no actual evidence
A God so different to everybody else, starting war without sitting on the fence
And you want me to believe this?
Okay,
Pour me another and say that again...

JJB
Erring on the edge of contemplation
Those deepest thoughts released from their station
Running astray without an end game
Released from their pit, now wild not tame
How can I sleep knowing these are now free
All forgotten when you awake,
tiredly stirring my tea

A.M. Thoughts

JJB
This is a poem to the woman of whom I spoke
My words often inspire her, but sometimes make her choke
As we leave on a sad day from Sandy Conservative Club
He was a one and only, her sibling, her Thom, her bruv
Most of the poems I write should be deleted or thrown into a hole
But some words of encouragement are gratefully greeted,
and for this, I thank you Doll.

A Love of Letters

JJB
Some are broke and some just crumble
A heated row from a misheard mumble
Fall from grace that fell into a stumble
Kissed the wrong sort that led to that fumble

Let's rebuild this bridge and let our waters again ripple
A bottle of plonk, possibly a Pinot Grigio
As differences can be rebuilt after a chat and a tipple

See, that's how bridges often burn
So let's get it out in the open,
and give at another turn

Broken Bridges

JJB
We all tick to a different tock
Couples match but some are odd socks
One loves opera the other heavy rock
From Indie Bripop onto hip-hop
Out on a Saturday,
She in jeans
Him in her frock
We all get on by any means given
And that's just it my friend
Got to enjoy the life we are livin'

Human

JJB
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