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Fat dog


There's a really fat dog
Lives down our street
Looks like a footstool
With 4 doggie feet
A teeny wee head
It's tail like a pencil
It's fur just stretched over
A gut like a landfill
He waddles about
Like an uneven table
He'd like to catch cats
But he just isn't able
Those days are gone
A thousand doggie treats by
Now he's taking a rest
He doesn't know why
He can't catch them cats
He used to get closer
He muses the thought
Maybe they got faster
That must be it
What else could it be
He's the picture of health
As fit as a flea
A noise in the kitchen
He's up like a shot
And heading for food
I think he's forgot
That every scrap every treat
He jams in his face
Is one more lap
To shorten the race
And just like so many
Who consider they're fine
He's running slowly
Out of time

Do us Part

Gripping tight the cords
That seemed to be to save me
Knuckles white
Still holding to the lines
So slowly slipping
From the hitches
Tied too loosely
In our youthful optimism
Expecting
So, for granted
All would hold

I fall

To Sleep

Here they come
The sneaky little bandits
I just shut my eyes
Up pop the pre-R.E.M.  pundits
All the things I didn't do
The things I didn't say
Clamor in a queue
They just won't go away
Reliving those lost moments
Comments now so witty
To put down lost opponents
It's such an awful pity

A conveyer belt of prizes
On some sad Gameshow past
Tomorrows big surprises
Run by me just too fast
To recall the things I saw
The amazing resolutions
To the problems now so real
In insomnia's confusions

Blissful sleeps 8 hours slip
Sand pouring from the glass
Tomorrow coming quickly
Minutes seem to pass
At first so very slowly
Then like an express train
Running through redundant stations
Hours pass with sheer distain
As I hurtle through the night
Toward my destination
An arrival time I set
With optimistic expectation
I had booked onto a sleeper
Not some sad sightseer's tour
Alarm time fast approaching
And not a chance to snore

Still
I'm feeling kinda bright
Feeling rather rested
Like I could face the day
Without any sleep invested
I could get up now
Alarm no longer needed
So I'll switch it off right now
The night has now receded
Lying back to think
What the day would hold for Me
I wake-up 4 hours later
Oh the agony
3 hours late for work
Feeling like a wreck
I should get up now
Ah !
But what the heck

Walk Man
Distracted by the din
Emanating from his head
Ear plugs bleeding out
Levels in the red
Sharing his enjoyment
Filtered through his bones
Clear enough to not quite hear
Except the treble tones
The constant Tic! Tic! Tic!
Is driving me demented
I hoped the tape would chew
But it hasn’t once relented
I’m hoping he’ll get off
But I know he’ll go the distance
He’d maybe switch it off
With some physical assistance
Pull them from his ears
Make him realise
Someone has to stop this
Before somebody dies
One day it’s going to happen
The masses will ignite
With just the sight of earphones
The catalyst to fight
“What you listening at mate!”
Will be the taunt of Gran’s
Wrinkly vigilantes
With dark and tuneless plans
“It couldn’t happen here”. You say
But you’ll see, without a doubt
Behind this calm facade
The Monster’s wanting out
It’ll only take the one
The final straw to land
The camels back of tolerance
Will rise and take it’s stand
They’ll have to skulk away
Blast their drums in secret places
Cruelly ostracised
But out of all our faces.
I’d love to tell him now
Say something really witty
But I’ll let the feelings fester
And sit here
Next to ‘Skippy’