“Flaw makes perfect?” Gun Roswell
A flaw here, another there!
So many flaws, I have some to share!
I’ve never been inspired to be the greatest
But neither am I among the totally flakiest
But in the years of late for sure
I have started to think of maybe, a cure?
For that nit-picking nagger, who’ll find all them flaws
Or maybe, just maybe, give it the hee-haw!?
“Fire and fury, that is the colour, right?” Gun Roswell
Red, like a glorious sunset
Red, like the face after a long fight
Red, fierce, fabulous, jaw-dropping
Red, just like my very own life?
“Escaping to the future, or at least tomorrow?” Gun Roswell
Moving towards the fading horizon
Looking for the future in the past
A boat trip, one way
“Eat them with care” Gun Roswell
Sweet tasty cake like treats
Cupped in packages for your eating pleasure
Eat them without any worries
“End of the week?” Gun Roswell
Nearing, the end of the work week
Thursday, is not really what I seek
Friday, that would be much better, you do see?
But, let’s not let that be the chime
For the stop of all the fun time
Only, one more day to go
And, then, it’s time to start the show
A, weekend, a full two days
Just ahead, and much to do, in so many ways
So, why, do I live this way?
The week only spent for work and blunder
Always, someone stealing my thunder
Is it really so stranger, if I am an eternal dreamer
And keep looking forward to the only true wonder
The two days filled with joy and magic
These times made out of pure bliss
I have often had to really insist
To ban the other days completely of the list
Jump from Sunday back to Friday
Since that is the day, my day, when I get my way
Waiting for the working week finally to end!
“Deep diving into black coffee” Gun Roswell
Jump into the dark liquid
Let the vortex carry you far away
Later, drink it for happiness
“Call 911, or 112 if in Europe” Gun Roswell
“911, what’s the emergency?”
“Everything?”
“How can it be so? You must define at least one thing wrong!”
“Can’t, it’s all so bad!”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s all full of shit. Life, living, this… nothing worth a single bit!”
“But, can’t you find at least one thing? Something, that would enable you to sing?”
“No, nothing.”
“That’s really sad. Almost makes me mad!”
“Yeah, well, how do you think I feel? Is this, life, all of it, even all real?”
“Maybe, or maybe it’s just a dream?”
“Well, if I am only dreaming, then maybe, from this nightmare I can wake up, fake my way up and smile, at least for a while?”
“Sounds like a plan? Have you tried to stand?”
“I will, just now. Yep I can, I am so proud!”
“Sounds great, maybe it was not too late, just a while to hesitate?”
“Maybe, but now, I will try walking, one step, then another, I hope no more you to bother. I am on my path now, somehow, able to walk again!”
“Thank you, for the explain! Now I too, can leave this plane, help an others, onto the next level to be able to get.”
“Good luck, I will try not to fuck up… this time!”
“You too! After all, for trying, there is nothing to loose!”
End connection… “Beep, beep, beep…”
”B*tch, please!” Gun Roswell
I was made for you to hate,
There is no need for me that further to explain
And yet, I cannot resist telling you all of this
The recipe quite simple not to exist
Add:
A little dirt, some salt, hint of water and lots of plastic,
Place them in a mould, then simply, fold
Bake it all in a really big oven,
Hopefully, something soon starts showing
A recipe might not as refined as that, which in the end, is just fine, oh snap!
I am here for all of you to peruse,
Completely made of plastic, certainty elastic
One in a million, but somehow unique like a billion
I may come from a top shelf
But still manage to be oh so very custom made
Deal with it 😛
“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell
Taking the tram to work :
As in a tram, you can calmly sit down and even have a ham
No need for steering, for peddling for even discussion of any kind, if you so decide
Just sit and enjoy, the ever changing scenery, and when you are ready to jump of, shout ahoy
Or then, just push the red stop button, instead!
“Take a load off on a Sunday on the Green Seat, even if it might not fit” Gun Roswell
The Sunday is once again upon us, like some lurking fiend waiting for the bus.
It is a slow and gentle time, which for most can be simply good and all fine.
But for those with a permanent fire lit up their asses, it can feel like harassment.
As they need to calm the hell down and if possible, take it easy and finally, sit down!
Something, which may never become easy for them, but then again, we are not all built the same.
Still, if and when the decision is made, to take a break for once and be all the same.
Then take a seat, take a load off, stop the huff and puff and simply enjoy the calm day.
After all, tomorrow, just may, be filled with all kinds of things to sort out and forget the play.
So, maybe Sunday wasted, wasn’t all that wasted, rather a moment where inhaling was allowed.
And for that very reason, simply laying about, can always be a good thing, for recharging.
Even if it is done on a way too small seat, painted all in green.
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