This will be an infrequently updated page. I am not a good poet. I have written two poems which I am proud of. I have lost one of these. Sad times.
In the mean time here is a random, and the other one.
The Law of Constants
Oh no, What did you do, You two? You with your shoe- and you with your poo- Poo-slippers! pOO hOO!
POoo hoo, What did you doo? You stood in poo - poo-slippers!!!
Doo-doo Yes it's true - They're covered in poo, poo-slippers!
Oh pOO hOO, What did you dOO? hehehe pOO-slippers!
Yes, you, You walked through, in your pOo, poo-slippers!
Hey-hoo This is for you. It’s some poo, on my slippers!
Brands
You went and bought a Primark top. You always wanted Christian Dior. But you didn’t know if you’d ever afford it. And you could get the Primark now. And it sort of fits.
The Cure
Write about it, oh that’s a fine thing, yes! Uncover years of laborious burial, Dig deep furrows into carefully built Scars. No! There will be no true healing: No ending of pain, and so no revealing! Relive the pain, is it really so simple? Or do you hate me, to make me Prometheus? Fine, stab me then, bitch, right to the hilt!
“Acknowledge, accept, relive” and relight. I could walk through fire, I could try, I might. Anything to end it, I’ll ‘talk it’ all night, But the battle’s not won if the enemy’s alright. “Free your mind, open up”- Open Pandora: There’s no hope for me, there’s a dent in my aura.
