Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

Comedians Poem. Standing on stage, Facing the crowd, winning the room. Having a take on ‘this’ or ‘that’ -‘killing’ or ‘bombing’ feeling a twat. A struggle for laughs, the ultimate like, The good nights, the bad nights (make you feel shite). Is it ‘trying to please’? Or ‘making a stand’? Feeding on laughs, standing your ground. Food for the ego, adrenaline shots Addictive, never-ending. Perfection never found.

Sitting in a Bar                   (lots of beards and haircuts) Drinking coffee from a jar (old jam jar) Sat down too quick            (on a crappy pallet) Felt a bit of a prick             (it was a splinter) No sanity here                     (ego mania) Not even Christmas cheer   (Too serious)

By The Death of a Friend. We know that life is not forever.   We know our time here is short, too short. We know how sudden death can come, Death, our only certainty.   So leave no words unsaid, Leave no love unfelt, Share Joy, sadness, despair,   make memories life’s eternity.   It was your turn now dear Friend.   You faced the end with strength and dignity. Looked death in the eye, yet still thought of others. Proud to have known you.   Here lies a man, a ‘mate’, a friend, a brother.   Eternal sleep, Never to be forgotten.

It was the bookshop that lured me into the Mall, like a best friend taking me to see his drug-dealing pal, A temple of things I don't really need Delis' and Tellys' Food and stuff Stuff the food Grazing people having a munch, making rash decisions based on a hunch. One more credit card one more stone (around the neck) of the drowning consumer. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we'll be on the telly bailiffs taking our goods. Us empty belly. The planet tells me that most 'goods' are bad, They won't cure your void They might drive you mad. The joke is on us the cameras are on us Have fun with the bling while it lasts. We used to gather around the telly now the Telly gathers around us.

When people ask ‘so what do you think about ...(whatever)’  I usually have an answer, even though I have probably not thought about it until they ask,  when do we ever actually really think about stuff nowadays longer than say 3 minutes?  We aren’t the ancient people of scholars and Gurus some of whom sat in caves or under trees thinking about shit for months or years,  searching every corner of their mind to formulate answers or solutions...  3 minutes max then we’re off onto the next tweet or post or headline.  That’s probably why the best we can come up with when faced with a problem is the easiest option.  “It’s The Blame game baby ! with your special host MC Populist , in tonights show we will be blaming Migrants, the Homeless, Old White Males, Young people, Snowflakes... yes even Generation Z won’t be going away empty handed and as a special treat, last but not least, ‘people who are a burden on us because they refuse to die’ yes La...

He's what they call a 'never been' he has done a show that no one has seen. He wants to scream ---------- It's all one thing, us , animals, plants other life one planet one sensation. The pain of time. death brings release, nothing happens we just cease. no malice no hate just life. It's not a mystery, we know how it ends life is a journey with some very tight bends A bit bumpy at the start, confusion in the middle and a painful end. So do what you need to do, say what you need to say. I'll just keep writing 'cos I hope one day it will flow right, and if it doesn't that's ok, it's all about the doing, keeping the doubts away.

My T-shirt was made in Bangladesh, I'm not part of a solution I'm part of the mess. I know that it's wrong I'm nobody's fool But I'm minimum wage But still need to look Cool Trapped in the system A rat on the wheel this is it this is life this is the deal.