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POEMS, VERSE,& LYRICS

LOCK ‘EM UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEATS

ALL THE NICE GIRLS

GOOD RIDDANCE!

BETWEEN THE LINES

BLOWN IT YET AGAIN

CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY

FRIENDS REUNITED

MASTER CARD LISA

SEPTICAEMIA

TESTOSTERONE TERRY

SERVING SUGGESTIONS

WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN

THE TIMES THEY ARE UNSHAVEN

ESSAYS
(TEARING STRIPS OFF THE BLOG ROLL)

THE BUDGET

A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME (Dont let the BSTs grind you down)

ARMS AND THE MANN

BLOWN IT YET AGAIN

I can never open my mouth
unless I put my foot in it.
I never get the rules right
I overstep the limit.
My timing is atrocious
I always get it wrong;
the sentences are far too short,    
the pauses………much too long
                
And I guess I’ve gone and blown it yet again

Been up that creek too many times;
But never had a paddle.
My horse has passed the winning post;
but with an empty saddle.
I’ve run up my colours up the mast;
been hoisted by my own petard.
I never knew being smooth
could be so …. bloody hard

And I guess I’ve gone and blown it yet again

I never read the signals right
I end up stuck on red.
Most of what I want to say
just stalls inside my head.
The little words that manage
to make their Great Escape;
get rounded up the next day
And get marched back through the gates!

And I guess I’ve gone and blown it yet again

Well, I thought Carpe Diem meant
That God likes little fish
Well he threw me back in the deep end
And I’m lost at sea on this,
I ran out the cannons
I covered the decks with sand
And at the first broadside
I just sank,…. with all hands

And I guess I’ve gone and blown it yet again