My command functions are off-line

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“All command functions are off-line, which usually happens during most days”Gun Roswell

My command functions are off-line

It is, thirty one degrees
Sunshine as far as the eye can see
Hot in the house, hot out side
Contemplating on the dilemma divide

It is summer and July
Should I stay indoors or go outside
Sitting slack by the air cooler divine
And if I don’t move, I am feeling just fine

Alas, it is summer, the time of fun, outside in the warming sun
But, once trying to feel the air with a pinky
Opening the door, the heatwave hits me
Why this is unnatural and does not fit me

There is no way for a northerner to survive
In that weather of plus degrees, remaining alive
When we were built more suited for the opposite scale
And in minus thirty degrees prevail

Slouching in my chair, without any thought or care
I really though it was best to share
Before falling into complete despair
And soon, all my command functions are gone totally offline

This little Brain o’ Mine

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“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell

This little Brain o’ Mine

This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind

So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate

Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

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Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell

Oh Gravity!

I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!

Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!

And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!

So yeah, wider!

Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?

Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm

But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

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“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken

No time to digress

The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now

Forgotten

Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong

Cannot help but laugh

It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold

Totally so, without hesitation

One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse

Ending up, in a hearse

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

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“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects
 
 So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?

Yellow ride

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“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell

Yellow ride

The yellow ride

On the road side

A motorised bike

Something to like 

Yellow in colour

Certainly not the duller

Rent it for an hour

With only one dollar

Ride it with gusto

Is an absolute must

Down the hillside

It easily slides

Up the street

In a rhythmic beat

Go as fast as you can

Without caring a damn

When the hour

Is finally over

You still feel the power

Of the little scooter

That could

Coffee always in double 

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“Never enough coffee” Gun Roswell

Coffee always in double 

With a big size cup as this It’s really hard to miss
The caffeine addict within me 

Coffee, on the double
Coffee, please make it double
Coffee, cup size, better have it double 

As the healing liquid I get in front of me
Life always looks so much better I believe
And the i drink my coffee until late eve 

Coffee, never enough
Coffee, never too much
Coffee, thank goodness for such 

Coffee, a most precious gift
Coffee, how you always up me lift
Coffee, nuff said, peace! 

Pink friend

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“Friends of many colours” Gun Roswell

Pink friend

Sometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may vary
Sometimes you may be lucky to have a double set
Sometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend 

But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop trying
Be open and inviting in the world so wide
And who knows where those friends you’ll find 

I am not a doll’s head 

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“I am not a crook’s head” Futurama 

I am not a doll’s head 

I may be plastic
Even quite, elastic
And that itself is absolutely fantastic
My head can spin at three hundred and sixty
And my face too is quite nifty
My age can be one or even fifty
You can play with me
Braid my hair ever so neatly
Even paint my face discreetly 

But there is one thing you must understand
As here, without any feet I still take my stand
Even would wave them in the air if i had any hands 

But none of that I now can 

Still, one last thought to share:
I, am not, a fucking doll’s head! 

Stalking is such an ugly word. Let’s call it… social media research!

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” *Friend request accepted* Let the stalking begin! “

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Stalking is such an ugly word. Let’s call it… social media research!

Checking your home page
For the umpteenth time
I must have been in a haste
For no updates I find

Just because
My favourites
Are in the ‘Ks’
And my followers
Are in the nays

You may think
I stink
And am
A
Stalker?
Prowler?
Fan Girl?
Just because my toes curl?

Admirer maybe
From a far of course
Devote
And the Art to endorse
Buff or a Rooter
But not a suitor

I hope you are not offended
As I await here expended
And I’d rather
You called me an other

Name,
Without the blame

A
Researcher
of the Individual

Now,
Why did you not
Answer on the spot
To my ping?