Cry Awry

Cry Awry

21 Sept 2018

You're losing sleep.

Cancer's the reason why.

The hurt runs deep,

So go ahead and cry.

Your life's been sideswiped

And it's direction has altered.

As you've been stereotyped,

Perhaps your step has faltered.

There's a new normal starting now.

You're not sure of what will be.

You'll manage to get by somehow

In spite of all the ache and misery.

Unexpectedly life's different.

You're mourning the way it was.

Living has a new battlefront.

You don't care about dramas.

People around you voice opinions.

Regardless of what splatters,

You stick to your guns

And focus on what matters.

The pain and hurt run deep.

For some relief, go ahead and cry.

You're losing way too much sleep

And cancer's the reason why.

Squirting And Hurting

Squirting And Hurting

11 August 2017

My trigger finger’s itchin’.

I’ve got ants crawling everywhere

They’re all over my kitchen, 

In my cupboards, in my silverware! 

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

What ants like isn’t for me to presume

They’re crawling in my bathtub.

And all over my powder room.

I’ll give that place a good scrub.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Ants are on my computer desk.

There’s one on my reading glasses.

It’s not gonna be picturesque,

When I spray to kill their asses.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.