Wake up kids
There are dreams to be had
No use sleeping your life away
2017
Disappearing into a screen
Like a modern day Nania
Waking up in someone else’s creativity
18.09.2023
Is not what it seems
Without your own dreams
You’ll be left circulating memes.
09.03.2024
Life is but a dream
For westener's life is sweet
For other's, shrug, what is it?
Soon, we may be able to live
Until 150 years of age
But we still can't feed the poor
Technological wonders
Give you anything you want
But happiness still escapes so many
I see people
Wandering aimlessly
In the street
Looking at the closed shops
Wondering what to do
With their lives
There was a girl called Aramia
Whose beauty was abundantly clear
Men fell at her feet
In the boudoir, or the street
But Aramia likes big girls who are queer
He's so mean
He wipes the excess jam
From the knife back
Into the pum jam, jar.
Never mind the smoked salmon
(raised eyebrows)
He cut with the knife earlier
With every loved one’s death
A hole is torn from our tapestry,
Until, there's a doily on which to hang our lives...
Blink.
The people are getting much fatter
The corporate world cares so much
It is making all the seats smaller
All those dead men
Handsome lovers and old friends
In truth, forgotten
08.04.2017
It is what it is
no shame
nothing will be the same.
2020
That's what time does
Grows the skin back
and forms a scab
18.09.2023
I love, I am loved. I loved, I was loved,
and the sun caresses my face.
Life, you owe me nothing, we are at peace.
Life is an opportunity, a onetime offer.
Life is beauty, be gorgeous.
Life is a dream, dare to think big.
Life is a challenge, rise to it.
Life is a duty, be fair.
Life is a game, play nice.
Life is a promise, for keeps.
Life is sorrow, be kind.
Life is a song, a beautiful melody.
Life is a struggle, be strong.
Life is a tragedy, be brave.
Life is an adventure, enjoy it.
Life is luck, cross your fingers.
Life is too precious, you get one shot at it.
Life is life, give it your best.
If a man likes cashmere
Does that make him a little queer
Or does it make him a follower of fashion?
He says with a lisp
And a flick of his wrists
No dear, it's all about individual passion.
Stupid laws are a bore
It's what anal-retentives adore
But the rest of us can see right through them,
Shaking our heads at them.
Who cares if your dogs on a rock
Or if your cocks in a sock,
Or your car’s on the clock,
Or your kid’s on the snot,
Such laws are designed to give power to stupid
Small men with, er, small hands,
Women with fat glands,
People with no friends,
‘That lot’ with no trends.
The cardigan brigade,
Who are otherwise afraid.
I've been doing stupid things
Wilder than I've ever been
Even my own mind boggles at the recollection,
Things that I can't reverse
And to make matters worse
I even knew better when I made them.
But that’s half the fun of it, surely?
I say fun, but I mean living,
Feeling alive, that must be,
The thinking behind such care free
Actions that could hurt me,
Or bring me undone.
That’s the fun.
The metrosexual has evolved
Into something quite bold
But when you look at them, you've got to wonder if they are smelly?
They've thrown the shavers away
So, they don't look quite so gay
But do they all have to go around looking like Ned Kelly?
There was a girl from out west named Nat
Who was just so hideously fat
"I'm not fat," she’d implore
But she couldn't squeeze through any of the doors.
As her stomach hit the floor with a whack
April 01st...
