The fact never bothered me
that I was just a story
said Dorothy.

The witch prowled
Toto growled
the tin man clanked
the lion was bored
and the scarecrow
was preaching the word

and it doesn't bother me
because I can be
the Wizard, the lion
or the witch
in the wardrobe.

dontya just love a touch of fantasy
where even the eyes of potatoes
can see the tractor coming.

Whatever
it'll never matter
it's just the way
things
turn out to be

but I can't sit back
when all I believe in
is under attack
it's not right
and not the way
It should be,

they'll say
that I'm a troubled child
and that I
grew up somewhere way out in the wild
but they'll say
what you want to hear from them

but It never matters as it never should
the only good things
come out from doing good
and I know
I always did

What pill?
when the will is as strong
as the day is long,

nothing endures as long
as long lasting cures.

they would say that
wouldn't they?

pharmacology
is after all
just another ology.

Just sneezing
and wheezing
and easing into
old age

*******
I should be enraged
but
I'm quite comfortable
and
getting comfortable
in
my easy chair.

Is it fair?
do fish fornicate?
are buses often late?
do I fukin care?

Headache
earache
maybe some
beer intake
will cure me

She says as She often does
when push comes to shove
don't be standing on the edge
of a cliff.

I am so lucky to have such
an advisor
and
She's just given me a ticket
to visit
Beachy Head.

That myoclonic ****
is somewhat of a perk
when your body's on
the way
to wherever bodies go.

I know that some
will google now
and wonder how
they never knew that
the
myoclonic was a part
of you

Who's a **** now?

Nobody told us
that we'd grow
into
the old us.

It's ****
but
I'm absolutely down
with it

wouldn't want to be
young again
and
have to go to
school again.

Still
they could have
let us
know.

The road ahead
dead
'cept
for the shadows that race across the face of the man that wanders alone, and the sun barely risen, it could be an interesting day, could be enjoyable in so many ways.

The road ahead,

I am led here blind
seeing nothing
feeling nothing
hoping for everything
grateful for anything,

some thing or something touches me
and I shiver
yet still warm from the sun,

'son of a gun'
I'm only dreaming.

There's a dog barking
or it could be a dog fox
I don't care
I can't find my socks

morning dark and
it's too early for a stroll
in the park
so
here I am
the barefoot man,
the barking goes on.

Breakfast would have been curds and whey
but I bought fresh milk on the way home yesterday
so
It'll be corn flakes,
sugar is optional
which I find to be unusual
but what do I know?

work then at noon until ten
I think that
they're taking the proverbial,
short of staff or Falstaff?
either way
I'm not laughing.

however there is
lots to be thankful for
like
bars on the windows
heavy-duty bolts on the door
sometimes
I wonder what the police force
is for

the inner voice says,
to keep the doughnuts
safe.

Today
started well enough
and I thought that
I'd do some stuff
but
look at it now

overcast

**** and blast
I'll
have to do nothing
which I'm very good at.

I gambled with my life
it seems like I won
and yes I'm still here
looking for some fun

then when I thought I was done
with the odds on chance of being
She
in her wisdom
taught me
how I could be free in

a world
that She would be in
for me.

Too much alcohol
that's why I'm weary
and my eyes are bleary
not because I'm weary,
but because I've just
woke up.

round and round in
bags under the bags
under my eyes
I'm old
so
that's no surprise

I've seen too much
and someone
at the back of the
theatre
shouts
so have I
get off the stage.

She
told me that I needed to relax
relax?
that won't help me
after last night
I need therapy.

I put words down on paper
which is an escape from
speaking them out
loud.

Struggling through Australasia
thought I might go to
Antarctica
if only because it's probably cooler
but
don't let that fool ya
I'm a hardy all-weather sort of dude

ya
should have seen me in Ethiopia
and in India
during monsoon season.

My reasons are global
we are all the noble one
the one's that go on
until it stops.

Woke
and thought it was Sunday
was getting ready to pray
realised it was Saturday
went back to sleep.

What if
the life that we find
existed on Mars
****** up their planet
and found Earth
to colonise

and we forgot
so we find a planet
that
may now be suitable
to settle on.

When we get there,
there
will have moved far away
and we'll be no nearer to it
than we were on the day we started.

But if we had fun
it will have been worth
the ride.

She cooks breakfast
I wonder
if I can last that long
She says
Darling, no hurry
I'm doing it for you
so
don't worry,

but I'm thinking of
breakfast
and
nothing else.

We become fractious
and
that shower are getting
anxious
revolution is in the offing
unless
they decide to off us

nothing is improbable
and they'll find a way
to make us culpable

they are
***** rotten scoundrels
which is a polite way
of saying
thieving robbing *******.

When you realise that
Facebook
is full of lies.

it'll get bigger
you'll last longer
our gummies are stronger

*** them.

your skin will be clearer
spots won't dare to go near ya

*** them too.

A million chances to win big
low entry cost

and **** them too.

lots of scams
take your pick
I'd take a *****
and bury them.

I am not Joe 90
I am John
and nowhere near
to that age.

******* cartoons
they plague me
with that
come, play with me,

I am not Joe 90.

Of course, we all have dreams
but we get weary and need to sleep

Fantasy is make-believe made believable
in those hours we find incredible

hallucinating?
no
I'd say
rejuvenating and
somewhat exhilarating
and then
wake up and find the news debilitating
everyone protesting
but we're all trying to do our best in...

...I'm going back to sleep.

If there is such a thing as the minimum standard
that lot down in Westminster would come in below par.

higher cost of living
heating
eating
they are beating us down so we have to
look up to them.

The benefits system may indeed need overhauling
but
that shower of shrimps needs keelhauling.

I'm going fishin'.

Wednesday
and why wouldn't it be?

Work day for you and a
workday for me

we are chained to be free
She says
I have the key
so
I'm going to be nice to her
make her tea and give up my
comfy chair,
but
I'd do that anyway

workday or not.

When we play them at their own game
they say that we're fukin insane
then they change the rules of the game
and they still say we're fukin insane.

Well *** that motley crew
although I'd rather not
because to be honest
I've got better things to do.

In ten years time
we'll all be doing
ten years
and His Majesty
will take his pleasure

if you haven't yet got the gist of it
missed the finer points and got ******
off with it

We are for the knacker's yard.

taking the time is no longer viewed as a crime
when you're past your sell by date,

of late
I've been procrastinating
waiting to see what the winds blew in.

I'll stop and be forceful, and I'll also be thoughtful
don't want to tread on anyone's toes.

Tired
like a treadmill that's used too much
need a break to take that time
for me and mine.

Not a hair out of place
nor any lines on your face
time
has yet to write your story

It's all about being ready
getting set to go,

I don't know
what all the rush is for,
we've all been here before
we all know the drill.

Born
crawl
stand and walk
open mouths and talk,

age.

the stage has been  the things
we have seen and done
and then the sun sets,

we'll be back to rush again
forgetting all the pain
ready to push through again
we all know the drill.

They'll put it down to you
forgetting who you are.

I don't forget
I remember.

August 3rd
1989
too much wine
so many songs
****** in the air
righting all life's wrongs
but we were young men
young then
anything
was possible.

We never thought
we'd get this old,
old as in
stories being told
about us,
but we did and we're here
listening
with one ear
the other
on the clock
tick
tock
rock of ages
because we all pray
in the end.

I can do Monday
done it before
will do it again.

It's always after the weekend that the fun ends
and the work begins,

although if one is unemployed perhaps it's always the weekend,
this point is weakened by the lack of finance available
.
I should thank those lucky stars for giving me some work to do.

..and now I'm wondering if all stars are lucky or just the ones that I wish on and if so how do stars know?

****
I should have another coffee.

Should I dig the garden
or
dig for treasure?

there used to be gold in the old days
but it was sold off to China along with the silver,
Long John was none too pleased about that.

So
the garden it shall be
just me and a *****
and a fork
and a rake
and a strimmer
I'm already thinner just thinking about it.

She tells me to grow up
ha
hardly likely when I'm nearly seventy
but who knows
it could happen.

A sprinkling of wrinkles
and a twinkling in the eyes.

Spring
that thing
yes
the spring thing.

When you're going to share a post
and think
do I really care enough to share this post
and
what's the most it'll do for me?

Sunday in the cotton town
downstairs in my dressing gown
thinking
do I really want to go to work?
share and share alike
or rather
shirk and shirk I like
but no
keep to my routine
or I might wake up and find
that this has all been a dream.

I'll make breakfast
make it last until
lunchtime
which as chef says
is no time to be eating.

What a busy day it has been
so fukin busy it made me scream
and the girls in the cafe cried with me.

it is done now
and so am I
but
I have a Nigerian Guinness
and that always perks me up.

Uninstalling
forever falling
and now
I'm floating free.

The Unexpected
the misdirected
the unsuspected
we are
being perfected
and
it's under control,

we can roll with the punches
put up with the pinches
and
adjust the cinches.

I go fishin'
wishin' it
wasn't so
complicated.

If there's life on other planets which orbit different Suns they need to invest in a cloaking system because Earth if it ever finds them will ruin them.

I'm speaking as I see it
we're a cesspit
and overflowing.

Aliens?
and I wonder who are
and are they far away
or are we them?

Friday and the Blues attack
I'm
back at work tomorrow.

When your body wants to weight-lift but your brain is in a slump, when someone clumps along the hallway with such a noise that makes you jump
and you know that it's a Friday but the boys will have to wait, it's only been a week but look at me in such a state and I'm tired right to the bone, want to stay inside at home and eat crisps, watch Netflix and drink Darjeeling tea.

Me, me, me and me, it's always me that ends up making tea
She says a real man would drink Assam or even Lapsang Souchong,
( which I thought was a Martial Art but apparently it's not )

The chewing gum bubble goes pop as I stop at the edge at the top of the mountain and Sisyphus says, 'you again?'
and it is me again, but I can explain. It's a dream that's recurring at thirty-three and a third, so I'm sharing it with you.

Then I wake and shake off the feeling that life's full of knocks, as there's a ring at the door. I think, a wedding? I untangle myself from myself and the bedding, but it's only the postman, and his name's not Pat.

The bathtub fills slowly as I swallow the pills
that the Doctor assured me would ease all of life's ills
and the chewing gum bubble goes pop.

Anyway
I mistook him for the crook in
Great Expectations
turned out
he wasn't Magwitch
at all.

Estella
was beautiful
enough to make a young boy
tearful.
I never mistook her
not once.

We're not there yet
so
stop your squawking
or
you'll end up walking

he drives on
they go on and on
whiney
whiney
time he
got to where
he's going.

I'm going
my age is
showing me
the way,
dining on the years
getting fatter on my fears
but
I'm not there yet.

I blink as I rise
wipe the sleep
as She sighs
unaware,
make the tea
just for me,
She,
when
She's awake
will take
coffee and then break
her fast.

all roads lead to home.

When you think you might tank
when walking the plank
you're probably right.

We're all
buccaneers
or
privateers
with an eye patch
to catch the attention
of
maidens
or
mermaids.

Those ladies from Tortuga
could **** ya
and you'd be happy that they
looked your way.

The tap's plugged into the meter
water spits out and that's what
greets you,
time's a tough lady to live with.

Dying with curiosity
my greed as it is gets the better of me

She looks on uninterestedly
I am filled with uncertainty.
time's a tough lady to live with.

That old saying..

like lambs to the laughter

think I missed out on a consonant

a constant reminder
of my imperfections.

Everything is being shut down
and we're all being put down
and down here in London town
we can see it's coming true

they're taking away our rights
which is wrong and not right
sending us back to poverty street
and that lot are gobbling up Quality Street.

We're drinking porter because the water is ****
do they care?
no!
not one teensy bit.

This government must be on Laudunem
I look but see no oomph in them
they prattle on like little childeren
and I can't spell.

Though we will die here
it is here that we try here
for we are
nothing if not for
the want.

I want for nothing
and
that's what I get.
and yet
the treasure within her
was gifted
to me here...
..lucky?
you betchya

Sunday
and someday
it won't be
and then you will see me
without.
but I've been without many times before
the times when you never answered the knock
on your door

jeez
sounds a bit Bob M
oh
'ardly says the Cockney
and
Bow Bells start chiming
sounds better than me rhyming

I'm going fishin'

I have hunted for the treasure of history
most of it passed by me
but some
I caught.

I am now officially a detectorist,
wonder if I can get a certificate
bet I won't but that don't matter
and I know it should be doesn't
but that don't rhyme.