Not doing so good today.
A mountain of bills that won't go away.
Snowed under.
In debt, in moments of doubt.
Haven't got  money, doing without.
Work like a *****.
Daytime and night.
Suffocating in bills.
Dying of fright.
Getting too heavy.
Where is the light.
Cruising through a tunnel.
Bones are all piled up.
Covered in skin.
There is just darkness.
Never will I win.
(c)LIVVI

He read it to her the night before he passed.
As if he knew perhaps, that night would be his last.
He sloped to off bed, ready for sleep.
Did he know that she would weep?
Perhaps his will, a potent portent of the state of failing health.
7 am on Wednesday, bought all sorts of woe.
Maybe he knew it was his time to go.
She sauntered into his room.
Curtains pulled, darkness called.
A room of gloom.
Death, descended unexpectedly.
Peacefully sleeping.
Eternally.
(C) LIVVI,

I have walked over pavement cracks too long.
Avoiding issues associated with misfortune.
Hiding from ******* birds with white patches in places.
I bow honour and respect in love to such birds.
I say hello to them in passing.
Not sure why I do.
Count numbers in flocks that swoop,
Worries carried betwixt bright coloured beaks.
I never walk under ladders.
Sensible eh.
Never had a can of paint as crowning glory.
I do however play the slots
Never had luck that's bad.
Nor luck that's good.
Luck's carried in many disguises.
Only the wise listen to advice.
The magpie captures gold and gems.
Magpies' lady lucks only friends.
(C) LIVVI

Will you marry me said he.
From a muddy spot on bended knees.
Sported a smile upon his face.
Wide as the crescent moon.
His was offer was good as solid gold.
But she said no.
He left her cold.
So very sorry to see him cry.
Had a heart you see.

She was too old to start anew.
A madam.
A madman.
Tiffin for two.
And now she bows.
After scuffling away.
(c)LIVVI

Mr Misogyny had arranged himself a perfect date.
With a Miss Anna Feminist.
All was going very well until they both got p**sed.
They chucked opinions around the bar.
You'd think maybe a little banter.
Started minor disagreements.
Led to all out war.
He pronounced loudly.
In a voice for all to hear.
That women were just for kissing and washing dishes.
She said she'd heard it all before.
Found it rather boring.
Uneducated attitude.

Somehow they left together,
Went back to his place.
Poor fella lost face.
Dragged him to the kitchen sink.
Asked him to make her coffee.
Much to his disgust,
He had to wash a ***** cup.

From her hand bag.
Quick as a flash
Hand cuffs revealed.
Chained him to the kitchen sink.
So now he knows, just how it feels.
Maybe now he'll think.
Change his attitude.

Anna found him rather rude.
She sat at his dining table,
Thumbing through her Germaine Greer.
Her friends arrived.
All the neighbours can hear them cheer.
Oh dear.
(c)LIVVI