The man in the moon
looked down with a frown
‘cos no-one looked up
as he looked down

No longer a belief in him
was he just some lost whim?
He liked the stars to skim
and in the clouds he liked to swim
but that was when he felt love
when someone down there
gazed wistfully above

Then he heard a little voice
“Daddy, Daddy, I saw him twice
I saw the man in the moon”
Daddy smiled and said
“then its bedtime son,
Santa will be here soon”

The man in the moon swam
and skimmed all night
Santa basked in his bright light

I’m sorry were having a fight
when things bother me I go quiet
I build things up inside,
they maybe small -
but because there held in so long they sit
and turn my insides into a festering pit
the smallest slight can then become a raging tornado
an uncontrollable reaction
that doesn’t fit the supposed crime
and -
even though I know all this
at the moment I’m still mad
a major disagreement because
of all the little tiffs we never had

I think this kettle has had a good brewing
in my intestinal wall it’s been stewing
and now it’s come to the boil
I’ll have to handle things better
talk -
about the niggling stuff
or I’ll never handle a real patch of rough

I’m writing instead of talking to you
digging my heels in, not answering your call
refusing to scale this wall
this wall that I’ve built
maybe if I give it a little tilt
an inch more -
I can’t scale it yet
it’s looming to large on my horizon
I’m not ready to tear it down yet

I’m sorry *** I’m trying
but -
its taken years to build this wall and now its
oh -
so tall
maybe it will mature and stoop
fade into the background
stop tying me in a loop

But not today
I’m sorry

Love me tonight

but do it right

don’t call me a *****

can’t if for once feel pure

play with my hair

not reef it and swear

take the time to tease

think of both of us, please

I get turned on when you are

do that for me, raise the bar

you ask me to worship your *******

when my ****** feels rejection

love me tonight

but do it right