Oi Rat!
Don't you think that,
You've been here too long?
Still scratchin' all damn day long.
Still goin' strong.

Hey Rat,
It would appear that,
Youve been chewing wires
Which could start some fires
Don't do that!
Please Mr Rat...

Mr Rat
I can see that,
My loft for you is a home,
Somewhere to call your own.
Living free, without cost or VAT
I get it Mr Rat...

I considered myself sophisticated and wise,
but the addictive power of texting
and subsequently sexting
took me by surprise,
and impossible mission to neutralize
despite experiencing scraping rock bottom
as emotional lows courtesy accusations
from the alewife, nevertheless
communication, envisioning, and flirting
with a veritable unknown females
generates testosterone filled highs
diatribes hurled lambasting me
despite trying to articulate
faux convincing alibis.

Went searching for an idiom
instead found an axiom
reflecting on a parable
today’s news is mostly terrible

Social structure isn’t paramount
context is what it’s all about
protesters scream stomp and shout
but can’t get the damned spot out

Though yesteryear is a distant memory
common sense is not heresy
so many just want to be let be
live their lives safe and free

Oh, what are you going to do?
The die is cast, it's all up to you.
The message is clear,
you're going to get screwed.

Promises made, not going to be kept,
the deal was sealed, while you all slept.
There was no more honor,
and everyone wept.

Work hard, and pay your tax,
don't fear the "Man's" axe.
You've paid your dues,
now, it's time to relax.

Butterfly wings
with many colours
and sparkles.
Floating.
So easy to wear.
Makes me feel
light hearted
and contented.

A recent addition
to my wardrobe,
a necessary one.
I have adapted
to the easy
breezy
piece of clothing.

Caftans,
a statement
of the way I feel
at this moment in time.

EMINEM INSPIRED PIECE

monstrous

Not looking for anyone's approval
Opinions fall flat on my ears
Zero decibels heard negativity
Passively passing through me

Just as if you never knew me
I bounce around down with my
Own gig, what happened to fuck
You, live and let live I'm my own
Epic composer, not Chopin

But it licks my wounds and I'm
Consumed bob to the beat of my
Own drum until I'm numb and
Come undone but not completely

There once was a Paul, so serene,
Whose kindness was truly supreme.
He'd help those in need,
With a heart that would lead,
And his compassion was truly a dream.

There once was a Paul, so serene,
Whose kindness was truly supreme.
He'd help those in need,
With a heart that would lead,
And his compassion was truly a dream.

In innocence, he gave his heart,
To a girl, a work of art.
Her smile, a radiant beam,
Captivated him, his love's sweet dream.

She moved on, to higher halls,
Where older boys, with charm, enthrall.
Their words, a sweet, siren's call,
Lured her in, beyond them all.

He watched, as she slipped away,
Into a world, where he couldn't stay.
The older boys, with confidence bold,
Took her hand, and his heart grew cold.

I swore, by the bones of my father and mother,
the eyes of my sister, the life of my brother.
I swore, by the cross of the Lord, whom I love,
and by all the angels of God up above
that I wouldn’t swear anymore.

I swore, by that song: the sweet song of salvation.
By blood-spattered flag of our war-weary nation.
I swore by the bible and all that is holy.
By storms that sail swiftly and streams that glide slowly
that I wouldn’t swear anymore.