You looked good up against that night club wall
It was half past 3 maybe quarter to 4
The black velvet tights
The cropped up hair
The short t-shirt
The 'I see through you' stare
I couldn't see you
It was getting foggy in the car
Turn down the heating
Arr there you are
I didn't know how to approach
What shall be said
I'm a middle aged man
Should be tucked up with my wife in bed
I shouldn't be fondling around in the shadows
******* on steering wheels
What am I doing - what the **** am I doing?!
Maybe a drive by
A wink of the eye
Get the back seat love
We'l be there in 5
But I don't know and I never really have
Always wanted to know thou been feeling sad
Sick of repetition
The food that I eat
The ***** that I drink
The things that I speak
Why has it come to this
A car park full of mist
Looking for things that I'v already missed
I'l be heading back then
To the wife and kids
And that little Shiatsu dog that I'd rather not exist
But it makes my wife happy and that's all that really matters
Whether I'm changing the nappies or getting rid of the clappies
Its all that really matters

lean ******* the lever
precise on flat

fulcrum a point
on Shiatsu chart

lines are the crack
you use to break

into the heart of
hurt. medicant.

your hands' instincts
the cure

My dad introduced me to a shiatsu practitioner,
Shiatsu is:
Japanese acupressure.

The gentleman, named Fujikawa,
told me the body is mechanical.
Pain, he said as he pressurized and stretched me, is real.
“Real pain” was his phrase. He repeated it often.

Fellow reader,
take care of the body while you have health. The body is a gift from nature. In my own case, I grew up not exercising much. Exercise may be a missing part of your life. —