Parental Argument Number 84, After Thought

HA
She has got no fucking clue,
And he's lost his totalitarian authority,
Age and experience past its sell by date,
No longer valued, it's now a burden.
Their wit has left them.
Their dreams eluded them.
So they try and live on through me.
As if they have any idea
How little I listen
To those reoccurring rants.
They've struggled to put up answers,
Since my questions got harder.
So now they just reply with words,
Nonsensical comments aimed to belittle,
and confuse.

HA
Your time has past old chaps,
Just leave me alone.
Should have quite whilst you were ahead,
Because you've just lost your ability,
To gain my respect.

Drunken (fool of a) Friend

No matter how big and no matter how small,
No matter how wild or under control,
There's always one mad man who goes to far,
Who drinks to much, then heads for the bar,
The comedians fall back which guarantees laughter,
The joke of the night, a conversation starter.
Who's attempts to be tactical are squandered at once,
As the hand misses the mouth it turns into a punch,
With a pale white face and now a black eye,
Our poor drunk friend is starting to cry,
And every one stands there points and laughs,
And its only because this time, its not us.


*key fact= reference to "tactical" is referring to a "tactical chunder" where, in a attempt to sober up you try to make yourself through up usually with the help of two fingers, lavely javely.  

Ode to Bed.

I'm lazy

I'm tired

Bed is here 

Bed is good

Invites me in,

Thank you bed,

Lets me stay, 

Thank you bed. 

Drunken Duvet

Locks me in, 

Poetic Pillow 

Shuts my eyes,

Memory mattress

Holds me still,

Makes me sleep.

Morning's come,

Alarms frustrated 

Disrupts the peace 

Bed's not fazed.

Pillow whispers;

Turn it off

Five more minutes 

Duvet Calls

I oblige.

Bed's so kind.

Mattress shakes

I'm awake

God look

The time!

Duvet laughs

Pillow sniggers 

Fuck you bed

You mad me late 

To Love ≠ Being Loved

He's whispering in her ear
The kind of things she wants to hear,
Of how he'll never leave her side.

But one day he falls to the floor
Those promises won't keep no more,
And those whispers, they turn, to lies.

So he sits there watching from above
As the earth takes back his broken heart,
And his love, she slowly slips away.

He follows her across the green,
And down into the blackened streets,
But nothing looks like it did before.

Though suddenly she doubles back
And jumps into a strangers arms,
There are tears but they're no tears for him.

The stranger holds her oh so close
Immediately the curtain falls,
And from behind he now can see her lies.

He can't believe she stopped his heart
Once through life, once through love
Finally he knows that she's to blame.

But still he follows where she goes
Knowing that her twisted words,
Never meant to her what they did to him.

But his discovery, its come to late
Now he's trapped by his hollow fate,
To follow the girl he thought he knew.

So he sits there gazing from above
Forced to watch his esoteric love,
But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.