Buy the ticket

And take the ride

Do loops the loops

Fly high and wide


Kick the bucket

And join the rest

Before you go

Just do your best

The jury is out

We're done and soon hung

Our last jigs are up

Our songs have been sung


Good news is just in

We're now on the wise

Our learning curves quick

Twin truth without guise

Someplace to go, somewhere to stay

somewhere knows, someplace I say

Someone to love, anyone my sweets

someway I'll win, anyhow I'd defeat

Let's write twenty-thousand sonnets

20,000 practice hours become expert

says wilt he's slept twenty thousand,

so I think 20.000 will definitely do it!

Nowhere to run

No place to hide

Under the gun

Cut up and dried


Nowhere to go

No place to be

Not in the know

Lost out at sea


Nowhere to cope

No place to heal

End of the rope

Such a bum deal!

I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm frustrated and angry

if I leave her I'll still be all this plus lonely


Being by myself shan't diminish this blue

if I go, I'll be alone pain sharply reminded

Well-meaning words

Much misconstrued

Dull stony barbs

Old pooches screwed


Sharp needles stuck

Acts out of line

I stab your back

Now you stab mine

Look at the Devil's advocate making counterpoints galore

squatting on Nihilist barstool jacking off to porno whores,

telling me the cannabis turns my brain to dummy's mush

your hypocritical boring has me mouthing the word hush

Don't forget I'm your idiot, here in our Thens of now's

oh, there 'tis a before and she's underneath somehow,

the Thens I've bad lived do follow me right up to here

choices I make now then turns all memories to cheer

There is no then

But only now

The past is gone

Lost anyhow


Life is right here

Right now that counts

Yet still a dream

By all accounts

I hated like rancid vinegar, drove all honeybees away

becoming like a Buddhist I healed much of the decay


I quit everything I started, as the wheel spitting shite

becoming manifested ode I brought purposes to light


I hang by a hardwire forging ignoring's habits blinds,

becoming as remembered 'tis happinesses I will find

Just imagine if we'd been kindhearted men

discovered the place where we'd now begin


What if we'd used a warm, nurturing touch?

brewing as men who like helping too much


Why, if I could go back that's just how I'd do

if I would be then, to my own self I'd be true

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