“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
“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!?
“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!
“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 😛