One in the afternoon and I’m yawning my head off
Eating hasn’t energized me - I just grazed in the trough
Well, a big plastic bowl really full of veggies and beans
Very good for you apparently, full of greens
Still, my eyes ache and I think I will need a nap
To catch up on sleep, no-doubt help me snap
Out of this horrible inactive torpor
I’ve sunk into, a bit of a torture
But, maybe chocolate will lift me up
And to wash it down a decent sized cup
Of ginger wine might well do the trick
Not too much though - don’t want to be sick
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Cum on - wrack your brains - what makes the world go around?
Is it work - is it showing off - is it complicated and profound?
I have a sneaking feeling it isn’t anything like that, anything but
Could it be a partner then or friends - as simple as that?
Can’t be in my case else I wouldn’t fight for my independence so
Fight tooth and nail to keep people at bay - clear off - no
To invading my space - feelings are locked up tight you know
And if you don’t then you will learn - it can be such a low blow
Life is long when you are young - immortal you seem to be
But at 50 plus most are aware life is fragile, like a leaf on a tree
Fluttering and ready to fall to earth with a crash
We don’t have time to reconcile the past …
when the future might be over in a flash
But at 50 plus most are aware life is fragile, like a leaf on a tree
Fluttering and ready to fall to earth with a crash
We don’t have time to reconcile the past
I was talkin to this broad the other day and I said “well broadly speaking…” and she smacked me in the teeth!
haven’t you heard of hands, knees and bumps is crazy?
and then there’s “leisurely scribbles” I don’t know about you but as a kid I was never leisurely about my scribbles - it was always fast paced stuff - did Picasso do leisurely scribbles? - I know Rolf Harris scribbled a lot and look were that got him - locked up in a scribble asylum!
Another day over and one that has left me contentedly tired
I’ve done ‘stuff’ - a days work - not quite though but sleep acquired
One way or another - booze might well be the reason
For goodness sake a few glasses can be expected - it ain’t treason!
So, there you are, you forum visitors
More insight into what makes me tick - inquisitors
All of you - some more than others
Quite claustrophobic - smothers
Enough for now - battle can commence
At a later day - some day hence
When I’m in the mood - I can take my time
I will fight back - maybe in rhyme!
Ever the question for those with a brain
How happy are those whose grey matter’s floppy?
Does life become meaningful 'ere we strive ?
Nah … what’s the point ? tomorrow we die
And so to bed in a light-hearted fashion
One’s not suicidal with no dictionary on iPad
So bugger my spelling, I is content
With tons of dosh and nothing to vent
Hey … I’m getting the no rhythm/rhyming thing … Yayyyyyy
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