When work becomes overpowering
because you've put too many hours in
it's time to take a break.

The work will wait
it'll always be there
there's always someone who'll do
even if that someone's not you,

go and sit on a beach
and
bleach your hair white
or get down to the club
and
jitterbug all night.

This really is a political party
clowns to the right of me
and they take what is left.

they'll be guzzling wine like it's going out of fashion
and we'll be wearing dungarees which have gone out of fashion.

There's no telling what they'll tax us with
but tax us they will until we're ground into the ground

'this won't affect the pound in your pocket'
and that too was a lie,
it's no wonder that Harold got an arrow in his eye,

'the pragmatic premier' or not.
if you don't get it you're too young.

Have you ever believed in
'Daylight Saving'
if so
you may be entitled to compensation.

Someone must have died in
whatever it is they're hiding
and
we'll never know the truth.

Rambling yet again and it's
Wednesday such a shame
it could have been another day
like Christmas day
or pancake day or even
Maundy Thursday,

I will pray as I ramble on my way
thankful that it's Wednesday
and
I still have a say.

When in the thick of it
and feeling sick of it
just step back and
look at it

differently.

If you think they're coming here to sing a psalm to you there's no helping you, do you really think that choir of thieving hypocrites that sit on velvet seats whilst talking **** and bull are in waiting to pull you out of the water, no, they're there to drown you in the mire that they're creating,
whatever name they go by they all scheme and cheat and lie and however much we try we cannot beat them at their own game.

Wish I could run as fast as my nose
the snow's freezing my toes.

It was six below but I didn't know when I stepped outside and then it felt Arctic and I felt a right **** in my t-shirt and shorts.

it's live and learn and burn those bridges, keep warm in this icy spell
and as mam used to say, this isn't good drying weather turn your vests inside out they'll last another week.

hard to imagine now how we never came down with mad cow or some other exotic,
but for
cod liver oil and malt extract we never lacked for anything.

They may shilly and shally
but one day they'll marry
and then all they'll do is
dilly and dally.

We value life more
they value us less
it's
no friggin' wonder
this World's in a mess,

we're just the scaffolding
to shore up their ****
and we don't like it
not one little bit.

They're talking about revolution in
the refectory at Eton
they talk a lot of crap there too

they'll maintain the status quo
until it's time for us to go
and then call the butler in
to
tip us in the bin.

Still waiting for the good times?
they'll come
and hopefully, before you get run
over by a bus,
because everyone bar none are
procrastinating
and
that's why most people are late in
to work.

Exaggeration pops out like perspiration on
a marathon runner in the summer on that long road
and we're going nowhere.

but we're happy if we're happy and know no different.

You can book a consultation
and get free medication,
that
from the local council
is a must.

You're number sixteen in the queue
do you hang up or hang yourself?

Monday and it's a free day
but like all free days
it comes with a price.

Gotta do the laundry
I have watched it piling up
and it haunts me,

a slow cooker,
no
not me, but
something I'll put the dinner in
to eat at half past three.

Shopping is like an ocean
that is lapping at the door,
wading into town with bags in hand
buying more and more.

already flippin' knackered and
not yet out of bed.

Half of them are stark-staring
afraid of the dark but won't let the light in
and the other half are on the lam
dodging the man in the
Black Maria.

When you're thinking of doing
but you're toing and froing
knowing that toing and froing
is a Victorian phrase and
digressing doesn't help.

So we say
it's on the to-do list
and it is until we scribble it out
because we know
to and fro
is what we do best.

Is this what it feels like.

pruning the roses
cutting the grass
endless tea breaks
will these things pass?

But I love the idea
of She as a Goddess.

They're telling me,
don't drink you'll sink
but
I think it helps to
keep me afloat.

Not too much to
be out of touch with what's going on
or maybe another one to help me
to sleep.


I will wake
if God is willing
whatever my will.

Really?
we spent it so freely
wasted it
really?

the reality is that it's time for time and as time runs out there is nowhere we can buy it,
and when we say that we're buying some time what does that mean?
it's just a pipe dream on a paper boat.

'there will be time' said Thomas, to finish off the conversation in some salon with friends and time to measure our responses until the final pulse.

But he says, why worry, take it easy, no need to hurry the words that will come anyway
on that other day when the clouds part we'll all start the journey again as we have done before.

the cat that has only nine lives picks at its claw as it watches the man who has so many more and spits on the box.

She was so thin
I told her that I'd seen more fat on a greasy chip and if she wasn't careful she'd slip through the cracks in the sidewalk,
we used to say things like that when we were young but try it these days and you'd get hung,

I have found that within my mind
there's a canyon of horizons and each one shows to me a difference of opinions and every opinion has its own opinion opening up onto new horizons.

I couldn't wish for more than this.

About this time which was that time then when I thought it was about time I made my move because I was in the groove, and then the needle stuck and *** me the record replayed the same melody over and over.

always
and the female cop in the car said pull over, I said no, it's a sweater, I bet her pulse quickened as I sped away,
and about this, I remained quiet until now

She still follows me how
is that possible?

Don't have
don't want
don't need,

that is food for the
don't have's because
they don't want
and they don't need,

feed 'em a line and
they fall for it
every time,

hear no
see no
speak no
wreak no
havoc.

The night is very near to me
and it's getting creepy

someone or something keeps me
safe
and I never look a gift horse
or a God in the mouth.

Jehovah looks over and he's shaking his head
it's a good job I'm alive or else I'd be dead.

Oh Man,
it's a rhyme
take some time
you'll get over it.

Now past the point of what's the point
I don't think I'll be coming back
unless it's as a playing card
and then you can call me Jack.

Friday comes around on the clock
it's ten past sometime soon
and though the moon shines bright
it looks to me like the middle
of last night.

Someone tried to  
mend the crack of dawn
but it's worn and frayed
I think
they've laid it to rest.

But
coffee's not the only thing
that makes my eyes pop
and gives me a zing
She
brings within her
the sunshine.

Shopping's not what it used to be
I never see buy one get one free
it's all about me, me and did you see
the Christmas Range?
it's like the High flamin' Chaparral
cowboys, everywhere you look.

yes, me, me underneath the polystyrene Christmas Tree,
take a selfie with the fairy on top
She says that I have to stop and that I'm only out here
to shop.

What the..? Oh,
I get it
you mean the fairy on top bit?
I tell her that 'it's just fun, ducks'
She
gives me another one of those looks

shopping's not what it used to be.

On the campsite when the fire is lit
we sit to toast marshmallows
and tell our favourite
stories,

Jennifer
wafer-thin
surprises us all
by tucking in
and demolishes
a pack by herself

and when you lose count
if counting each spark
you can't go back
because
each spark goes dark,

I found that out
by myself.

We're beyond
league tables
perfect badges
hall monitors
and gold stars,
there'll be no progress prizes
until progress is made,

'physician heal thyself'
is about as old as the current
thinking.

Who's going to save us now?
not the man in the lighthouse
or the madman in the Whitehouse
and if you're thinking
him at number ten
think again.

Of course
if they all ****** off
we'd be better off
wouldn't we?

It's wine time and a fine time to pour a glass of Chablis, excuse me
if I don't offer you any, I have left you a beer in the fridge as you're not here.

Relaxation takes on a whole new dimension when you're getting pleasantly stewed and the good news is that you can choose how stewed you become, that's what the cork is for.

Not sure if I ever knew or even if I wanted to until you came waltzing in.
..and we slow danced around the question that we knew was on our lips.
one day all memories will become a song we sing to bring us comfort in our twilight years.

I, once again, am away to work my little socks off which doesn't get my rocks off but one cannot win them all.

Well
we didn't expect this
and we won't miss it
when it has gone.

It's still beating
and I'm tapping my feet in
time for a rest the change will
do me some good.

as I tire the neurons misfire
and I'm sure I heard
reach for the stars,
but
who's got arms that long?

So
it's a nightcap
not a flat cap
and with a mixer
that'll fix anything.

Nothing is going on here that hasn't gone on before and before you ask me he goes off on a tangent.

It could be worse..

The daffodils on window sills make the world a colourful place, from my window sill if I crane my neck and squint I can see the glint off the mill pond as the sun bounces along it,
at times if I don't look I see *** all.

it's all relative said Auntie Em who was fiddling with her Sheaffer
and I did say Sheaffer not Chauffeur.

Already that time and Monday too
I must do something
anything
everything
nothing?
ok.

Shut the *** up Bill Withers,
a lovely day my ****,

this day was tight, constricting
a day to be fcked in
and stop me if I'm going to last
or
too fast,
cast me aside
throw me away
but for **** sake don't tell me
it
was a lovely day.

Do you remember,
' a night unlike any other night...'
well
this was a day like so many other days
worked my fingers to the bone
got home and
She
kissed me better,

used ***** as a sealant
which to all intents
was quite pleasant.

But a hard day nevertheless.

Winter kicked the door in
did a bit of rummaging and
left this poor soul shivering.

I need no scientific explanation
as to why it's flamin' dark
I'm getting back into the bed
*** waking for a lark.

Debating whether to be late in
or not to bother going in
at all.

I'm looking at Armageddon
or maybe it's just the bed I'm on
that's giving me nightmares.

Nobody is there to tell you that nobody is here and yet we keep on looking,
consigned to the back of a queue where you become see-through and nobody sees you,

dismal and distressing when pressing send and it doesn't go but there's nobody here so nobody will know except for you,

everything is a trial and the error is a sponsored add-on
you try to get on and be judged but the verdict as predicted
goes against you and you're still see-through at the back of an even longer queue and then you think
I must be something in the Grand Scheme
or maybe in the Grand Bazaar
but so far
still looking.

that crap coffee,
work
lunch at the diner
come on
whine a little more,
the door that's locked
the profiles that are blocked
the things we can't see that are
hidden from you and denied to me
cute girls with obtuse angles
the way your hair tangles up
another crap cup of coffee,
blame it all on the algorithm,

if it gets you through the day
even if it's wrong
do it anyway.

I went fishin' and caught
fifteen plastic bags
blamed it on the algorithm.

I forgot to bring my
aide memoire
so I'll tattoo  your messages
onto my skin

please be brief.

You were relaxing
until the count came in
and now you're screaming.

Hand in the jar and you fumble
the cookies crumble
and so you tumble
but will you rise?

(This work never ends
not even for weekends)

that was a bit random
for a man on
a mission,
but at the moment  
it's too dark to see
if it's all good or just a
bag of tricks.

Do dovetail joints
use more papers
and
do they last as long
as a ****?

You don't have to answer
I'm not really fussed
just
asking for a friend
who's as thick as two
short planks.

A slip,
loosening your grip
and you become
one
with the Sun and the stars
as you pirouette
through a million quasars
making your way
to the core.

they build bridges so you can jump off them and some men do.
Some people burn them, a neat trick when they're made from granite or concrete,

This has nothing to do with Friday.
That is the bridge we haven't come to,
and a voice from the back shouts,
"Are you sure?"
and I say
I'll cross that question when I come to it.

It must be time for coffee
She said,
looking at me

Work is becoming wearisome and then some,

these old bones creak like rusted door hinges,

the mind is willing for so many things but it appears that willingness only brings less of what your mind wills for and I think that's known as Sod's Law.

I can live with it
She
patches me up
when necessary.

Have you tried
switching off
and on?

The rise of the ruin
trouble is brewing
the wizard comes out
from behind the curtain,
but
alas it's not Kansas and
there's no one to save us.

Error 404.

The foghorn is wailing to warn ships that sail in the mist,

earlier when it was clearer and we could see where we were
heading
the Captain had said in that Captainish tone,
'we'll be home on the noon tide',

a bit wide of the mark,
midday already and dark.

it doesn't matter how deep the water be
when we're sinking the sea is our bed.

But isn't it Thursday?
said Crusoe to Friday

how long before that book is banned?

well
we say there, but
there could be anywhere

between you and I,
I don't like the guy

but he's still there.

Never impressed with the worst coming first
but this seems to be the new thing
and it's the same everywhere we go
even here,
you'd think that we would know
a shyster when we saw one.