Women

I hurt my knee playing football
A stabbing pain with every foot fall
Went to the doctor and she told me
You have got a women's knee

(What! Right, that's it! They can't always be flowery and grand but it's true. Every ones a bloody critic, don't know why I bother. Try and bring some light into the world and you get pissed on!)

knowing how to ask for more

And?

High Price

A game of love is always lost
And your ladoured with the cost
Of mending hearts replacing dreams
With pre-fab. hope near tear streams
And only booze can get you through
Or so you think and so you do
Carry on a lonesome dance
You, a bottle, a fading chance
Maddened by the merriment
You hatch an ill experiment
Throwing your lot in with lust
But find it worst then grime and dust
A burned out shell where love once stood
But glad at the miracle that someone could
Embrace your faults and call you theres
Match your wants and feeble cares
Share a joke and hold your hand
Make you feel in demand
Your lesson learnt at quite a price
Don't trade love for any vice

I never had it so good

I willed away my happiness
For greyness and disorder
I played on with doleful eyes
And sprinted for the border
I could not see the damage
And ignored the breaking point
I threw away the greatest time
And snapped these lovers joint

I'm a Drunk

Sodden glimpses through jaded glass on hostile bar stools, the bar tender barking mad with machismo exclaims "I like my women like I like my tables, sturdy and on all fours" The filth germinated laughter and I got up to piss. The accursed velcro floor thick with the days grief made the treturous decent to empty my bowls almost fetal; I feel like a survivor. Bear Grills eat your heart out.

The night is a dangerous mix of poltergists and ghosts I never mix my spirits, Leaving. The outside, God it's been a life time a gesticulating tree gave me the finger. It's that time of the night. The outside; purposeless oxygen and pre-packed death, this inhaling game was proving to be a bother.