Confession #56

My life is shit, he said, but not so shit that he couldn’t see how shit it was not compared with those who had got fuck all. I’ll stop swearing I swear (another promise broken) Guilty of feeling hard done by, I try not to feel that way…

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Chance

Tonight I might win the lottery and wouldn’t that be rhyming poetry? I’m not holding my breath when every ball drawn is a bit more than the death of that dream. If I don’t win I shall dive into the eyes of the woman I love and swim until I am tired…

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Paint job

You cannot whitewash a dark history but you can colour around the edges. The theme being is what we’re seen to be doing about it. for me, there’ll be no sackcloth and ashes no fifty lashes just the long nights spent remembering…

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Ra

I really really, really, really want the Summer to arrive I want to survive the Winter, spring out of Spring and sing in the Sunshine, that’s a wish of mine, but don’t tell anyone…

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Recall

We crawl then totter and tentatively walk then we walk tall, one day we’ll stumble and fall and crawl once more, life is like a revolving door or don’t you think so?…

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Evidently

Thought it was Friday it could have been Friday but I opened one eye and it’s Tuesday, still feels like a Friday no way is it Tuesday I want a stewards enquiry…

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