You need a smart Jag,
Not my Fiat.
(That was always the snag -
Now I see it.)

When we dine at The Ritz
I chew jerky.
You're all glamour and glitz -
While I'm quirky.

It ain't gonna work,
There's no maybe.
'Cause we'll both go beserk.

- Shall we, Baby?


© Marcus Lane 2010

She arrives in high stilletto’s
And a miniskirt so taught
That the boys are all distracted
And our job becomes a rort,
And the office girls get ******
And production spirals down
So then our new Middle Manager
Rolls up her sleeves and goes to town....

She sticks her oar in frequently
And stands with jutted hip,
She’s territorial dynamite
And serves us gloating lip.
She often curries favour
With Department Heads and such
And makes a fuss at our expense
Which irritates so much!

She has a way to circumvent
The types she will not face,
In using her authority
To snidely put them in their place.
Her manner is too sharp
And too dismissive for my taste
And the condescending smile
Has me grinding teeth to paste.

And the way she stands and taps her toe
And glares beneath her brows
Has the office juniors panicking
And avoiding, as allows.
There’s an issue over paper
And the telephone account
And the petty cash, though balanced,
Is a questionable amount.

Historically our working week
Has employed a give and take
With an easy flexibility
That allows us all a break,
But the new Middle Manager
Has reversed the mode of work
So that everyone competes
And the roster’s gone beserk!

Her manner’s often strident
With a whiplash to her voice
And the snarl of her vindictiveness
Leaves us all with little choice
But to bend our backs to labour,
Work our fingers to the bone
And suffer her till knock off
Then, thank God, we’re fleeing home!

There’s a memo in the “In box”
Rumour has it, from on high,
That due to overdue restructuring,
That some redundancies are nigh.
And though there’s great reluctance
And some measure of regret...
It seems our new Middle Manager
Has got her notice...Sorry Pet!


Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
15 January 2011

Written in the language of the hard hats and dedicated to each and every one of us who have endured this horrible ****** Winter weather*

Rain in gouts from June till now
There's blue clay mud forever,
Orange excavators ply
With sturdy tracked endeavour.
Lakes of water, turgid brown,
Are Swirling  with the flow
Of four inch pumps in overdrive
With ****** all to show.

Streaming rainfall day by day
As dogged men press on
To concrete saw and generator's
Screaming, nearby song.
Welders, under shelter, flash
Their lurid silver light
And ghosts of reinforcing bars
Reflect like day is night.

Mightily the ironwork
Descends by crane to trench
And snaking snout of concrete pump
Disgorge their load to bench
The magic of the bentonite
Performs it's subtle dance
And the concrete locks for centuries
As thunderous skies advance.

Knee deep in the morass
With perplexed furrowed brow,
An engineer is pondering
A sticky problem he has now
How to isolate contaminants
From mud to water flow,
How to guarantee the purity
As seaward tonnes of it does go

And still the deluge thundered down
Relentlessly it poured,
Day to day and month by month
Despite the plea's implored.
Relentlessly the hard hats
Bent their sodden backs to task
And forged a mighty work of progress
.... More than anyone could ask!

Amazing the endeavor,
Just amazing how they work
How men can face adversity
And simply will not go beserk!
How bounteous camaraderie
Generates between ranks.
When the hardship is shared
And the boss smiles... thanks.

For the roof beams are settling
And those deep holes begin
The tunnel takes shape
As slanting rain whistles in
And the big trucks do loiter
To idle there for a bit,
As the loud water blasters
Clear the clogged wheels of ****.

And the public all clamoured
To wait and queue in the stall
To watch and to witness
A quite remarkable call.
For the old Birdcage tavern
On that grim cloudy day
Promptly lifted her skirts
And slowly scuttled away.

All the glue and epoxy
And the rivers of nails,
And concrete trucks queuing
As the ******* flails.
And steel by the megaton
All rusted and twitched
And worriers worrying
Till the problems are fixed.
And the augers are drilling
In a great tandem arc
And nobody knows
Where the **** they can park!!!
  
Then the bright sunshine breaks
And the smiles all appear
And the work rate accellerates
For the way is now is clear
To inter that  dear old Vic tunnel
Down deep in the sod
Then you'll hear us all chortle
"We've ****** done it ...Thank God!"


Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
3 October 2010

There’s not about it my feelings for you are strong
I’ve always wanted to get to know you for so long
It’s really just that my feelings for you are just too intense for words
Spent the whole time getting your attention, not trying to sound beserk
Dreaming what it’s like for you to just look at me
Wanting to be reason for you smiling and laughing
Day after day thinking about what it would be like if we were friends
You’re the one who runs through my mind every single time I rest
So far all I’ve been doing is admiring you from a far
Even wish about being with you on a shooting star


I would always think I didn’t have a chance being seen with you
I don’t even know you and yet when you’re gone I still miss you
You’re as hot as the sun and you glow like the moon
Here I am hoping that I would get your attention soon
Every single day I constantly dream about us hanging out with each other
As a matter of fact I even thought about what it would be like if we were lovers
And finally my dreams come true and our paths cross
Happier than ever, feeling like now nothing can go wrong
But all of the sudden my mind starts to draw a blank
Brain has been cleared out, now I got nothing on the tank
Looking right at me with your innocent smile
But getting a word out of me is gonna take a while
What’s happening to me? I dreamt about being with her
We’re so close to each other, it feels like I’m about to kiss her
So close that I can smell the body spray she was wearing
Now all of the sudden this is starting to become overbearing
Heart ponding so intense it feels like it’s about to fall out of my chest
Why am I feeling this way? this girl was the reason why I was obsessed


Words are coming out of her mouth but none out of mine
I couldn’t say anything but to her it looked like she didn’t mind
Who put the lock on my mouth? ‘cause I can’t seem to speak
Why do I feel tension? and why is my mind starting to feel weak
Why is all the information that I had in my brain starting to leak
It’s like the whole world froze sitting right next to her
It’s just feels like my brain stopped and I didn’t knew it
I desperately wanted to say something but I couldn’t
Wanted to speak to her but I don’t know why I wouldn’t
Was I blinded by love? I just don’t know
It just felt like the world was going so slow
The glow on her face was enough to make me nervous
I don’t want her to think I was feeling this way on purpose
My breath came out short and hard almost had to gasp for air
Felt that I was making a fool out of myself but she didn’t seem to care
She was acting so nice so why do I feel this way
I tried to sit still so she would think that I was okay
I should be charishing this moment, why do I feel anxious?
Trying to keep my cool so she dosen’t lose her patientence
The more I inhaled the fruity scent of her perfume the more nervous I became

I don’t want to let out these feelings because she might think that I’m insane
My mouth feels like it’s been wired shut, I don’t know why
I wouldn’t of felt this way if I saw her face in the nightime sky
In my dreams I just pictured us laughing together
I thought being with her I would feel a whole lot better
She’s right next to me and my brain stops working
Was I intimidated by her? I just don’t know for certain
Right now I feel like I’m going through a nervous breakdown
Sitting right there next to her quiet not making a sound
Sitting there with my brain melting like butter
I can’t say any words so now all I could do is stutter

Transferred attention some where else
Then lost my train of thought,
Added an item to my list
Of stuff I should have bought.
Forgot to say those silly things
That make it all worth while,
And found myself in jockey shorts
With a lost and vacant smile.


Left the toothbrush in the toilet
And the razor in the lounge,
Fed the dog the ****** cat food
And the goldfish had to scrounge.
Woke up early on the weekend
And slept in late for work,
Is it really any wonder
That my  wife has gone beserk ?



Distracted moments come and go
As life progresses on,
But in these periods of bewilderment
Have I come or have I gone ?
The confusion is annoying
It's like emerging from the mist
And embarrassed explanations
Leave my kid's expression ******.


Conversations breeze along
I'm having trouble with the terms
The children utter gibberish
Which I've no desire to learn.
My old friends speak in whispers
Quite impossible to hear
And the clink of moving cutlery
Keeps dinner parties from my ear.


I guess a change is needed
Maybe, a less demanding day,
Where physicality is really secondary
Where exhaustion doesn't play.
Where the bodies limitations
Are tempered to the task
And a moderated output
Is, perhaps, the best that you can ask.


I've lost my sense of humour
The world is racing by too fast,
This mobile phone's a nightmare
And ****** TV remotes I'm past.
And whatever happened to coffee
At my favourite Bridge cafe ?
Now the order is for decaff,
No cream, half strength, moccha frappe !!


Age is such a ******
It's asset is it's stealth,
One moment you're a titan
The next you've lost your health.
One moment you've got flowing locks
The next you're bald and grim,
Is it any ****** wonder
That growing old is such a sin.

Marshalg
Grumping@theBach
Mangere Bridge
10 August 2009

If the eyes are the window to the soul.
Yours is powerful & captivating.
In your eyes it's like an Egyptian sunset.
Not knowing you I regret.
A unique soul of purity & gold.
Lyrics sung & told.
Your body died before it got old.
Millions of albums you produced & sold.
Music you left thee earth.
Perfected and rehearsed.
An unpublished memoir.
Transcended & soared.
Wish you had stayed to give us more.
"A slave to money then you die".
The sudden end of your life made me cry.
I wish alive in the flesh you had stayed.
Too early sent to your grave.
The way to independence you paved.
I think of you all day.
And dream of you every night.
An end too soon was not right.
Rest in peace.
Your spirit was released.
I hope your soul is alright.
Descended from flight.
A private person but a public figure.
Generous never a gold digger.
Your voice & music was a gift to all.
You stood 5 feet two inches tall.
Your angelic face & in your high heels.
Your performance made us feel.
Happy or sad.
Too bad you couldn't have been my daughter's dad.
You would have been the best husband or father.
I was too naive to be bothered.
Heartbreaking.
Painstaking.
Forsaking.
Unchanging.
What­'s remaining.
Take care.
I wish I had been there.
You had gorgeous hair.
Soft hands.
A talented band.
Thank you for the entertainment.
It had been a pleasure arrangement.
I have never been to a concert.
Large fanatic crowds going beserk.
Not my scene.
Sorry if I was mean.
I didn't mean some things I said.
An apology I could've wrote for you to have read.
I wish I could've married you to share your bed.
You are truly one of a kind.
Too bad time can't rewind.
Our spirits each other will hope to find.
Your life was thee most precious.
To bring you back the most is what I wish.

Another night
To do some harm
Another club stamp
On her arm.

*****, whiskey,
Rock n roll
Lets the music
Fill her soul.

Knows all the bands
Heard every song
Hits every club
But doesn't belong.

She'll drink to pass
Another day
And rock to keep
The pain at bay.

Ran from a mistake
Then made some more
Got lost, but failure
Still found her door.

But there's VIP rooms
Drugs and ***
She'll distract the singer
Between sets.

Doesn't dwell
Can't go back
Mix ecstacy
With old regret.

Keep your distance
To not get hurt
Try it all
Go beserk.

'Cause mistakes won't find you
In a bar
Where no one knows
Who you are.

One Friday night
It starts to rain
A syringe sticks out
From her vein.

The party's pumpin'
Soundcheck done
The crowd's all here
Well, all but one.

The alley's cold
And so is she
******'s latest
Legacy.

Will anyone ask
"Where's whats-er-name?"
Will someone notice
She died of shame?

tease and taunt
pick and poke

scratch and maul
stab and choke

bring us this
bring us that

hello brother
fill my hat

merry christmas
help a ******

seasons’ greetings
stuff your monkey

i want i pad
i love i mad

i spend i fly
i live i die

text me facebook
email me twitter

**** champagne
and roll in glitter

where is love
an epic fail

why is lindsay
not in jail

give me more
give me more

i want to be
a retail *****

mommy mommy
why is santa

burping loud
to **** mylanta

shred the paper
back to work

new year’s yay
go beserk

another year
of joy and love

return this item
push and shove

was here first
you stupid ****

wait there’s oprah
let’s all hug

holiday wish from
me to thou

holy hell
shoot me now

That’s another story timing the pace to match the waste of time
She makes a box of remembered sounds catapulting across the room
And stores them in measured rows of lines of time with tentacles reaching the floor
Its not the seemingly nonsense that drives her to beserk-dom but the seemingly sense it all makes
Take that and that she says and jousts her thoughts into the paper lid that forms the tray of her mind
Pulling it out like drawers in the mortuary the morgue the home of the funeral director and associates
Examining it like the rock collection of her youth the butterfly cases of the PhD the recipes snipped clipped
But that’s another story
This story speaks of wasted time lounging on chairs and couches in front of firelight and TV ions
The dryer rocks the clothes dry the washer beats it clean knocking the detergent to the floor
It needs to be balanced that’s all but how how to balanced she’s not the tools
The fridge ice frozen in the line and the disposal as well stopped in time no action from either all quiet
She’ll do it later get the guy who fixes things to come by and not fix it but says next time
And fixes something not broke and charges her anyway and cleans the gutters but sweeps the yard instead
Its this nonsense that makes the most sense padding around in hospital socks non slip to slip into his arms
What do you think a movie and dinner or just the *** you know the blood won't flow to both
And she hops on and hears her stomach growl it’s a trade he’ll do it next time the movie she means
The dinner ingredients dry up in the frozen fridge and she muscles the dryer to clean the vent
She’ll get the guy to come fix it but he doesn’t do appliances so he’ll fix something else that’s not broken
And says I wont charge you as much this time I’ll bring the brush to clean out the dryer so it can rock the clothes
But that’s the story the other story of her tender soft spots making memories in boxes pulled out like drawers
Her drawers on the floor as he rocks her like clothes in the dryer around and around up and down tumbled and dried
Moist to the fingertips her memories linger scent upon scent crouching to see why the fridge is frozen
Under the peas and the tiny ice tray frozen in dinosaur shapes are piles of ice in bags awaiting the storm
Take it all out take it all to the counter and you tube the answer to the quest but end up couched crouching
Not seeing what the camera shows so she’ll call the guy and he’ll help her put the peas back and not charge at all
This time

As the clouds as my floor
And the red sky at my door
I feel my thoughts running through
There’s only so much i can do
Hours slowly pass, the night climbs
I’ll drift to sleep to pass the time
But it doesn’t work
I’m going beserk.

Got in from work,
Boss had a nag,
Had to do some extra work,
My goodness,
I'm flaming a ****,
Should have done it months ago,
Now I've gone beserk!
Started it at seven,
Now gone half eleven,
Should have finished it by now,
Left it much too long,
I'm such a silly cow!
Will do some again in the morrow,
Lots more grief,
Loads more sorrow,
But despite it all,
Poetry still comes to call,
Goodnight ,
For work tomorrow,
Much love to one and all !

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Am I absurd
To think some words
Can change the outcome
Of a world
Gone beserk
With wars that can't be won.
When the absurd is heard,
What good can come?

I seldom write on love,
Youth's passions cooling:
I use my words
On worldly concerns,
Hoping to be heard.
Truly,
Am I absurd?

Whence did thee depart the orb
To seek the pearls of Jobe ?
Whence did thou retire to rob
And don the elder's robe ?
Whence did thee run far from home
To flee assassin's work ?
Whence was good sense realised
That thee had gone beserk ?
Whence did good become the bad
And rampantcy run wild ?
For whom friend, doth the bell toll
In the slaughter of this child ?
What will the fate's bequeath us
With this legacy of wrong ?
From whence will come the melody
When wrong consumes the song ?*


Marshalg
@theCoalface
3 November 2009

Things seemed to be fixed,
they were set in stone.
But now everything been mixed,
and I'm here all alone.

Your actions confuse me,
How am I suppost to react?
When all you seem to want to see,
is me "intact".

My act seems to work,
you don't question my words.
I'm going beserk,
and insanity is what I'm leaning towards.

I'm starting to lose sight,
of how things once were.
I know how we would fight,
but our love was the cure.

Things sure have changed,
in the shortest of time.
Now life is so strange,
now that you're not mine..

Agitated am I,
As to why I cannot express my heart,
I've met my limitation,
As just a start.
I sat here for hours,
Staring at the blank sheet of paper,
Having unwanted thoughts in my head,
Hearing nothing but the water vapor.
What happened to my abilities,
Where I was never stressed and had no fear,
I over think everything now,
Take a good look at me; I'm shear.
I've lost my self-confidence,
Always critisize my work,
Why can't I write to perfection?
I must be going beserk!
Empty and lost,
With nothing to say,
I have a writer's block,
To this day.

This world is not kind by no means
It is full of stupid people
Everywhere I go I seem like I
Have to bend over and take it up
The ******* ***.
Boy I must like to get ****** that way
People are not nice not kind
They are all full of ****
I feel like I'm surrounded by idiots
But I guess that's the way it goes
I try to be kind but people think
That's just a way to weakness
Where I'm at, you have to play the badass
And that's seems like the story of my life
I don't want no ******* pity nor feelings is sorrow
I just would like to know why the universe
Seems like it's not aligned with me
That it wants me to experience these things
Well, I don't want to
I want peace of mind
But karma wants to **** with me
Well, **** karma!
I'm tired of dooshbags that want to **** with me
Is that all the world is made up of- troublemakers
Well **** that!
I'm on the verge of going beserk
And take all these ******* out of here
I feel a lot of people don't even need to be breathing
I feel the world would be a better place if they were dead
Thank the Heavenly Stars I'm not God
There would be a select few

Don't fear the unknown atomsphere.
Who birthed thee earth?
The devil or god's work?
A mental nervous breakdown of complete beserk.
A heart unwilling to be broken.
Refuse to get choken.
Second hand smoking.
Forever always hoping.
You were a scholar of wisdom.
Mom thought you were a ***.
Just because money you didn't have none.
She is stupid, blind, deaf, & dumb.
Dad your absence made me sad.
Each other's company we no longer had.
Her divorcing you was wrong & bad.
It made me angry & mad.
The old bitter hag is glad.
You were a good man.
You used to drive a white van.
The old crone kicked you out, & had you banned.
She still screams & shouts.
She is the one who should've been banished.
To disappear & vanish.
You didn't own your own land.
But you were always willing to lend a helping hand.
He never had many plans.
Arizona was where you ran.
I guess the she is both someone we couldn't stand.

he lays slumbering
tho the sun be bright

on hand grasping linen
the othe out of sight

he lays sleeping
not a care in the world

his face unfurrowed
his hair disarreyed curls

he is handsome
and beautiful too

unrazored cheeks
closed eyes of a green blue

his chest broad and deep
rises slowly in his sleep

all that mars this perfect scene
are the shuffle snores
as he dreams, little bulldozers
at busy work, chug-chug- chugging
driving me beserk

he lays sleeping, i do not
unfortunately this happens
a lot

he wakes refreshed
i wake cranky
mine is the last laugh,
the best revenge
this morning, no hanky
or panky...

She whispers in my ear that everything will be alright.

She tells me that I do not have to stay up all night.

She reminds me to take a break,

and to treat myself to cake.

She nags me to not overwork myself,

and that I don't have to be exhausted to like myself.

She never cheers me on when I work,

Instead, she starts to go beserk.

She likes when I listen to her.

Even more, when I spend time with her.

I should have known better than to become friends

with a girl named Procrastinate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WmbbFD_XhQ
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I'd go beserk
Well you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away **-** hee-hee ha-haaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I said
That losing you would make me flip my lid
Right?
You know you laughed
I heard you laugh, you laughed
You laughed and laughed and then you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away **-** hee-hee ha-haaa
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind unselfish, loving deeds
Ha! Well you just wait
They'll find you yet and when they do
They'll put you in the A.S.P.C.A.
You mangy mutt
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ha-haaa **-** hee-hee
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa!

Yeah this is my life

Its kinda ****** tho

I just need a girl by my side, someone too hold all day and all night, i just wanna ride or die, no more or im out my mind, no more imma walk outside, no more or imma leave goodbye.


Im done with the ******* around, i need a ***** more solid then ground, i need a ***** who don't give a ****, and i need a break from all that is fake, ill give it a shake, your the icing on cake, well mine, thats fine, i hope, your kind.
Well That can be taken in 2 ways, either **** or a golden glaze, i just hope this is a decent maze, i just hope your a great chase, might just need your number incase.


Hey, look, listen, shh, your, looking, pretty, grr,
Hey, you, gorgeous, girl, im, feenin, you aswell,


And I don't mean too be rude, maybe i seem a tad loose, im feenin a few, I'm looking at you, ill sneeze, Just say bless you, im blessed by an angel, I need too be thankful, im out for unfaithful, ill fight for my tranquil.


Ive been ****** around since i was a kid, Mentally and physically im sick of the ****, uncertainty is a crime, and pain is the time,
Unfaithful brings doubt, and i dont wanna shout, but if that be about, **** it im out!


Look i don't think that im perfect, im far from deserving, my thoughts are beserk, but your presence gives me feeling of hurt cuz I'm not in your shirt, give me that perk, im far from a ****, i remember all the lessons ive leaned, so lets read the same book for a turn,

Im changing,
Even though every day i wake up im still blazing,
Going through this **** yeah i think im changing,
This is my life but im still hating.

Friday evening, 100 years seen in seconds. What can this

world need right now? A busy city, sirens going beserk all over

again & again. Friday nights are for fun, social opinions, close,

and then extremely close. I need a streetrace, crashing before

I finish, a hologram. Dad is not dead. Fraction is timeless here.

Whence did thee depart the orb

To seek the pearls of Jobe ?

Whence did thou retire to rob

And don the elder's robe ?

Whence did thee run far from home

To flee assassin's work ?

Whence was good sense realised

That thee had gone beserk ?

Whence did good become the bad

And rampantcy run wild ?

For whom friend, doth the bell toll

In the slaughter of this child ?

What will the fate's bequeath us

With this legacy of wrong ?

From whence will come the melody

When wrong consumes the song ?



Marshalg

@theCoalface

3November 2009

Maybe if I wasn't such a ****.
      Maybe then I wouldn't of drove her beserk.
      Maybe if I didn't care more about my work.
      Maybe then our life may of worked.

      Maybe if I said I love you more.
      Maybe if I let you how my heart you tore.
      Maybe then you wouldn't think me as a bore.
      Maybe we would hold our love to it's core.


      Maybe one day we will finally see.
      Maybe the life we left to be.
      Maybe life for us not to believe.
      Just life for us to be as, Maybe.