“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
“Today I accomplished absolutely nothing, and that’s fine.” Gun Roswell
Another day, so many plans
Sitting in my chair, trying to figure out the perfect scam
How to get away with doing nothing
And still having to show a little something
My times a waisting
When I am chasing
Too many things on my plate
So why do I hesitate
I want to do everything
And end up doing nothing
Just thinking about it all
Makes my head blow into a giant ball
Trying to do a little at a time
Might, for some, be just fine
Unfortunately, I am not that kind
I would rather be flying
Being impatient
Being unable to choose
I will soon end up a patient
With everything to loose
Still sitting, a day gone by
It went on the fly
Oh why oh why can’t I
Enjoy a little leisure time
And do things Mañana
“Time, is running out, for all of us?” Gun Roswell
Life, down the drain it goes
Always saying, maybe tomorrow
But that, never happens in time
Waisting time, seems to be just fine
Always the onlooker, never the one with life
Never taking, never giving
Around myself only spinning
Frozen, in a box, which never unlocks
Watching, other people’s accomplishments
Peeping, at their special moments
Feeling the burn and torment
Trying to shout, but nothing ever comes out
Is this life or purgatory
Or just another wasted story
Nothing gained no glory
Only strife and continued worry
Looking out from my grey box
Hoping a colourful rainbow to spot
Wishing for a tiny drop
Instead of a thundery storm
“The colour of my very soul” Gun Roswell
Cat as black as night
Omen or intuition, you must decide
Or, it’s just an animal
“Shiny, slow, Sunday” Gun Roswell
Woke up late
Did not hesitate
To jump outside
Feeling the open wide
Alas the hot air
Felt bad on my fair
And delicate skin
Because I’m a Finn
And not used to degrees
Over thirty odd seems
So now, sitting
Inside thinking
What could be cool
And no require tools
But there is nothing
To choose from
Sunday fun
It’s just a pun
Invented by
Someone who denied
The whole day
And went somewhere
Else to play
“Stuck on a repeating loop? Please, be kind and rewind.” Gun Roswell
A repeating loop
Was today’s headline scoop
More and more people
Have been caught in this sequel
Of history repeating
As time has gone cheating
Us all in a movie like staging
Where everyone is pretending
An nothing seems real
And not a moment able to steal
Can we please get a new tape recorder
Where scenes can be shown in order
And at the end only
We can rewind the tape boldly
It’s that time of the spring, the seasonal pairing of the eggs and things!” Gun Roswell
After all the painted eggs and faces
The little witch nervously paces
Out into the wide world
She needs to fly like a bird
Because
For now
Easter time
Is just to follow!
And the witches’ brooms
Cannot be hollow!
“Low paid dead end job without any prospects for improvement” Gun Roswell
Each day, slaving away
No thanks, no rewards
Just expected to score
Working for the man
As best as I possibly can
Always stretching, always reaching
Considered the reliable one
Never any time for fun
More was always expected
And doing that your own life neglected
When its finally time for rest
You had done your very best
The walls came up
With a loud puff
You can take the time, but no pay
That is what they strictly said
If you want pleasure
A time for some leisure
Do it on your own dime
Do not waste our time
Alas, I am now broke
Almost having a stroke
There is no winning
The corporates just keep on stinging
Do you hear me singing
No, never, I think I will give in
Throw in the towel and start walking
The narrow path
How long can it last
After all?
“Not without my coffee, ever!!” Gun Roswell
Drag me by my feet
You cannot let me go without my treat
I can’t even make a tweet
If you won’t give me what I seek
I will scream at out of my fullest lungs
Tease me, and I will stick out my tongue
Shout so hard until there is no doubt
I want, need, have to have my coffee
I will not leave
I will not heave
I will not achieve
I will not be
Without my coffee I am nothing
I cannot function or do anything
I am devastated if I don’t drink
Without that wonderful liquid, I cannot think
Not without my coffee
Never without my coffee
See the pattern forming?
Consider this a warning!
Now, gimme my coffee!
“Nobody’s perfect, right?!” Gun Roswell
Welcome, to perfection!
A full life circle in reflection
Leave all your troubles outside
The only rule applied
Before entering the great open wide
Perfection is the emotion you feel
Perfection is the person you love
Perfection is life without care
Perfection is loving yourself
You are now leaving perfection
You only sampled a tiny bit of the selection
Is there something we did to dampen
Any experience you may have wanted
To try out in abundance?
I am not perfect
You are not perfect
Life is not perfect
Perfection
Is just an illusion
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