On the rocks
Such a sexy little number
I almost cry out clocking a matching lingerie set
Ready for my in
case suite case
I stash away ready for the moment I hit Downunder.
Laugh at your tears
Say a Huge fuck you to your fears.
This is the week when bash didn’t do it for me
Pocket pat down
hear a jingle
Family matters is more substantial for me.
Write to recover or die trying to live the life of another.
Freedom will come from sucking the teet from how you was mothered.
deliberate who you gonna get rid of
You know them Twockers,
those who instigate?
I dilly dally
Cut through the same ally?
Nah, maybe… another time.
No masterpiece is this stream of consciousness
Too oily for an academic poets diet
Keep it on the rocks
Top of the evening to those who think creativity is a bit of alright.
Posted on Sep 6, 2019, in power poets, writing and tagged Emotions, Family matters, Free will, MY BRAIN -MY THOUGHTS, MY WORLD, The lyrics to my life, Write to create updates. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.