There is something strange
about everyone I know
and
that something is probably me.

They say
'If it doesn't **** you it makes you stronger'
how wrong canya be?
it didn't **** me but do I feel stronger?
do I?
no
I don't,
I
feel like a little kitten that's been run over by a carthorse on a dark windy night and of course, I'm mewing hoping you in the know will know what I mean.

*** it
***** cuts through the what about poor me and lets me see there are worse things abroad.

Some people paint
and some ain't got the talent
some people write books
some don't give two fuchs
some people sing
but whatever you bring to the table
prepare it well.

If it's hope that's in your hands
you'd better hold on tight
some would try to make you lose it
and take you back into the night.

For it's hope that leads you on
into a brighter day
hold on tight to what you have
don't let your light fade away.

and those fifteen tonnes of memories
that weigh heavy on your soul
are only what you make of them
so
dig a hole and bury them.

They steam clean
and
call it the dream team
when we all know
it's a ******' nightmare.

Super skinny
wore a mini,
the skirt and
not the car.

Twiggy was the one
that we as young boys
got off on
( ha but I mustn't say that )

too late
and I always am
late for this and
what's a man to do?

Gotta provide
divide your day
between work and play
with a bit of rest to be at
your best,

I need breakfast.

Half five?
that's the time and not a sum to do,
it's
cold enough outside to crack porcelain teeth
I'm not surprised that squirrels hide their nuts.
but
Summer will come and we'll sit in the sun wherever we are
and at half past five when the world comes alive we'll all be
happy, ( he said, tongue in cheek )

at the mo' nowhere to go, not even if we wanted to, we have to wait and see what Santa brings.