what happened to the narrative?
what happened to the give and take?
well
the greedy ******* took it all
for Christ's sake.

Life is one big fairy tale
in that
it sets you up to fail
but
not to fret
you'll get there yet
you just have to roll
with the punches.

it could be much worse
you could be like me
writing rhyming verse,

Curses, shouts Long John
a relative of Kim Jong?
or was that a
slip in the fabric of time?

In conclusion
everyone needs to rein it in
and get off their high horses,

and again
while the management play
I am again scheduled to work
Saturday and Sunday.

lazy *******.

Some
may wonder why
they even bother to
put themselves out
and try
to do
the right thing
when everything
seems to be against them.

I also wonder why
and when I do
I can understand
what you
are going through.

There is a light
however dim
that makes the road
a little less grim

but
the batteries are failing.

Because you cannot spot the difference
does not mean we're all the same
and sometimes what you're trying to spot
is yourself by a different name.

differently
describes you and me
those and them
and yet
we're still all flowers
from a single stem.

For the same old new
we got lamps for you.

no genie?
how mean we become,
a few shillings in the bank
and suddenly
we're all Frank Bruno
although
defending what's yours is
the thing to do,
ask Frank
he knew,

one of the good guys.

When I am blinded by that brilliant flash
it won't be Jesus that's on my mind
it'll be a bottle of wine
and as the world we know sinks
I'll be sinking a glass or two.

She says
I won't be able to find the corkscrew
but thanks to Baldrick
I have a cunning plan,

screwtop bottles.

As I look into her eyes
yesterday comes back alive.

I see
the meadows where we'd go
the river that ran slow

the light
the dark
and
we were there
in the park
the band played
and we stayed
for what seemed
an eternity.

She qualifies my
existence.