“Playing hide and seek like a kid?” Gun Roswell
When you look really hard
Into the horizon far
You’ll find something pretty
Behind the trees still shitty
A white ball of light
Shining so bright
Blinding if you stare too long
But the temptation is strong
Let the sunshine embrace you
And enjoy the new found you
“Sitting, is never good for you” Gun Roswell
I sit in my chair
With uncombed hair
Pyjamas for comfort
Yes, you can call me a dork
I eat what I want
Go to bed when I need
In the shower i chant
Until the neighbours ears bleed
You may call me a bad seed
What ever, I don’t break easily
I look like a troll
You may prefer a doll
But not made of plastic
The only thing close, is my waistband elastic
So I may not be too fantastic
But I feel pretty realistic
And I am
Just because I can
“Time to go back to work again (it’s Monday after all)!” Gun Roswell
After,
A very brief rest
You would think, it was the best
And turning back, to the grind
You would automatically new view points out find
Alas,
The time of rest was short
It only took the time to snort
Fun and games had only begun
But that only turned out to be,
Just another evil pun
“Sundays’ truly are full of surprises” Gun Roswell
A surprise
Waiting in the skies
Grey clouds forming
Soon, to be storming
Tiny triplets of water
Splashing down
Onto the driest of grounds
What a lovely sound
Finally, life
After such a long strife
Now dancing
Outside glancing
What could be more wonderful
Than water
Of it buckets full
“If I would never travel again?” Gun Roswell
Queuing, security checks and waiting
Your co-travellers, all halting
Sweating, freezing, even sneezing
Expensive cups of coffee drinking
Children and adults alike screaming
The personnel, nope not them redeeming
So what on earth ever brought me
To the unthinkable screen?
TGIF!?!” Gun Roswell
Just, as the night gave away to the awakening sun
I looked at the clock, which was a quarter to none
The long awaited day had finally arrived
Now, it was time for the first weekend jive!
Jumping up, from the bed, without much thought running ahead
Towards the nearest field, not one thread my naked body shield
Celebrations starting, as others start to arrive
Soon, we are all joined in the ceremonial dance of jive
Dancing, singing, until everyone’s ears are ringing
This is the spirit created by this day with hopes on habit clinging
Forever or at least for a day
Thank Goddess it’s Friday never leave us but always stay!
“Do not open! You have been warned, haven’t you!” Gun Roswell
If you dare to open the lid
Be prepared tackle a ton of shit
A Pandora’s box uncovered
May be hard to be conquered
Worms and creepy crawlers
Might be the least of your worries
When a curious stunt in a hurry
End up in lots of sorries
If you manage to close the lid
Make sure it is wound tight and sticks
Hide the can in a safe place
Possibly in outer space
Don’t ever look back and for it
Just remember the nightmares
And all the bad things which hit
Move away move forward move far
For you were lucky this time
Getting away only, with a big scar
“We are airing our clean laundry out in the public today – surprise?” Gun Roswell
Today, clean and odour free
Pants, shirts and underwear I do share
With the whole family, outside
“Trespassers not welcome” Gun Roswell
A heavenly garden beckoned strangers
A welcome sign at the gateway abrupt
All trespassers will be shot
“Way too ‘blah’ to move” Gun Roswell
Today like another day, you see
Nothing special happened
The weather got the best of me
Siting in my chair, feeling crappy
It doesn’t matter if it rains or snows
Even if the cold wind blows
I always find my excuses
Those are better than being a looser
Doing nothing is an art form
If you lazy about without getting scorned
Find what ever reason
Hell that is hardly treason
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