Bad thing happen to those who wait

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“No good deed ever goes unpunished” 

If you think about it hard enough
Continue pacing, with a huff and puff
How life sucks and your left on the docks
The negatives will be knocking on all doors

Keep feeling those ugly feelings
And soon you’ll have the dealings
Of bad things coming your way
Played a card wrong, and most likely to stay

Good things happen to those who wait
Bad things happen when you hesitate
Carrying around all the baggage
World and all, in a large piece of luggage

If you want advice
Then this is not the place
I suggest, taking a short walk
To the end of a very long pier

Put all the hate, anger and fear
On top of the box you carried so long
Tie a rope around it all
Push the box into the water really strong 

Into there yourself, don’t fall
Now walk back, don’t look back
See how light it is on your back
Step is lighter too and outlook better

Now why the hell did you let it all so long fester?
This is a question for you and me
For you see
That person, is really me

I am so evil it kills me, or so they say

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“I’m not evil, I was just photographed this way,  on this display ” Gun Roswell

I cannot fit any type, how ever you want to describe
I am not so good, but not too bad either, I just give out that vibe
There is no stereotype big enough
To catch and box my ego, yeah, it’s that tough

Being oneself should be the goal
Not being afraid of making a foul
Labelling someone evil, just because the have a little diva
Inside of them which shows, and with a bow all to them give ‘ya

Evil or not, I will not stop
Being myself, the ultimate pop
If you want to keep up the plot
Then let me be the star on top

Prick me and I will bleed, for my blood is red indeed
Throw your sticks and stones, they may indeed break my bones 
But with a bandaid and crutches 
I will soon again rise above your clutches

What Ever!!!

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“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman

You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play

But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace

What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella

So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave

A Jack of all trades, but a master of pun

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“I know many things?” Gun Roswell 

I may know a little bit of everything

But sometimes, I am just pretending

When I get into a dark corner

And there is no kind of door there

I use humour, to dig my way out

Sometimes, I even have to shout!

The noise sprouting out of my mouth

So loud and silly, it’s just all, willy nilly

And then, I really do feel guilty

Then out pours the utter most filthy!

So guess you can say

I’m so stupid I just pretend

Play the part of the fool

Being a total tool

A Jack of no trades 

And a master, of none?

Paranoid?

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“I think I just may be, a tad paranoid?”

Voices, noises

Never good with so many choices

Watching, looking, staring

Who’s in my kitchen cooking

Daemons, angels, the devil perhaps?

God, Jesus and all those things fictional

Aliens and conspiracies more so

Paradoxes, global warming 

At least that one is true!

The FBI, police forces, neighbours even

And with their cats and dogs too!

They are all watching, me!

I am, becoming, quite paranoid

Something, something, wild side?

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“I have no idea?” Gun Roswell 

I have no new ideas 

My mind is completely blank

Writing this un-rhyming poem

Is the only thing of I could think

Something, something…

I guess is better than

Nothing?

But I do what I can

(Do I really?)

Scribbling on my smart phone

Trying to create the perfect poem

And simply realising I am just repeating

The one missing thing all over again

So I am stopping

Right here, right now

Before my brain is popping out

I will try to take a break

From being a writer fake?

I am alive?

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“Funny, how that thing did and happened?” Gun Roswell

Alive?

I am only alive when 

Writing?

A story, a tale or a poem perhaps?

Until that time, I am gone
Existing, elsewhere?

Out there, in the stratosphere?

Is this, a simulation?

Real life or some memory?

But I am still, alive…

…Right?

Coffee. Nuff said.

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“Did I mention, that I really love coffee?” Gun Roswell

Today, is time for, Coffee

There’s no form of life without, Coffee 

A world revolves around, Coffee

That’s it, Coffee

Life=Coffee

Nuff said, I’m outta here!

And getting some more, Coffee

I am not a perfectionist, but I always see the tiniest of flaws

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“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!?

Cupcakes (Haiku)

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“Eat them with care” Gun Roswell

Sweet tasty cake like treats
Cupped in packages for your eating pleasure
Eat them without any worries