February 10, 2013

 

 

A self indulgent fool

without foresight or

insight, isn’t worth a

moment of daylight

or twilight.

 

 

 

 

He cried from the rooftops

‘Believe me, I’ll jump’.

He cried from the city bridge too.

But his rants were ignored, as

no impact he made, for no-one

believed his words to be true.

 

You see the world was his stage,

method-acting his game, he turned

up daily to practise his art.

But with no work forthcoming and

little chance of a break, his threats

really did come from the heart.

 

  

January 28, 2013

 

 

No-one knew her secret, even

though everyone knew her past.

Being always forward thinking,

she knew the die was cast.

 

 

 

January 21, 2013

 

 

Never blamed.

Never shamed.

He kicked the bucket,

before he was named.

 

 

 

January 15, 2013

 

 

When one’s work is reproduced

either by word or speech, and

without any necessary permission;

one has no choice but to search

through copyright laws, and thus,

sue with a confident submission.

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

Dimwits and procrastinators,

egging us on to take a risk.

Advisors and administrators,

wolves, like lambs, do frisk.

 

Sound bites and appropriators,

in a monetary whisk.

Financial wizards with detonators,

leaving only an asterisk.

 

 

December 31, 2012

 

 

The torturous agony

of the uncemented wall,

that at any second,

in clouds of dust,

could fall.

 

 

 

December 15, 2012

 

 

The first taste of freedom,

the umbilical cord cut.

The last taste of freedom,

the marital door shut.

 

 

 

 

Drunken Friday night revellers,

kids half crazy, about to puke.

Cackling, screaming wenches, that

in daytime sport a different look.

 

Guys not dissimilar to stray dogs,

peeing up against the wall.

A bust-up starting so suddenly,

out of a remark, too inane to recall.

 

Then in seconds the police van approaches,

with back-up, and flashing lights.

The bloody mess they encounter,

becoming the pattern for Friday nights.

 

 

 

 

 

I look at women with husbands one,

and wonder how they made it through.

For I got rid of husband two, after

discovering things, he didn’t know I knew.

I then went on to husband three,

who nearly was the death of me.

Then like a fool, as past before,

I stumbled onto number four.

The pattern was heading in the same old way,

until he dropped down dead,

on a wet May day.

Now I’m free to go out and jive, and have

decided there’ll be no number five.

 

   

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