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Odd
how things even out,
nothing is the end of the world
unless you make it so

my tip:

wait until the dust settles
but go in wearing a mask.
Left out overnight for the wolves to feed on
and when the morning came
I was gone
not eaten but eating,
growling
and prowling with the pack
dreaming of the moment I'd get my own back.
I probably need some surgery
or possibly
something that's sugary
oh
cut me a slice of Mum's apple pie
and then I can die
quite peacefully.

Ugh.
Seven on a Sunday
which is the time and not my age
just in case you were wondering
and still raining,

decisions to make
go to work or take the day off?

I know
I'll go

done,
and I will be.
I tried to imagine if I wasn't me
who would I be?

wind and rain and work again
I need but what?

actually
not a lot.

She says
a silencer to silence you
would do

and if I wasn't me
it might.
I need some anti-freeze for my knees
and all points North and South.
Plumbing into a thermal
gets my blood flowing
and I know that She's going
to join me.
Winds that whistle out of tune
and I'm going out to work very soon,
frightened I might blow away
scared of going out today
I could stay here and call in sick
mumps or measles, take your pick

but
no, I'll go and be a star
which will not get me very far
because
everyone's a star today
I wish that they'd all blow away
and leave me shining on my own,

changed my mind
I might stay at home.
In the afterlife which comes after life
will we still have to dress up on Sundays
or will those fun days
be behind us?

and will we still have to pray for Jesus
can't we just shout out of the window
and won't he hear us?

There's a lot that I can't understand
about the bible and the
Holy Land

I think I'll hedge my bets
Until Lot gets
a new wife.
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