It is always your fault,
Good/bad…you had the time,
You chose your course,
The outcome is yours.

Mistakes were made
All prone to this slate
Make peace with yourself
Take charge of the bait

RIGHT! in line with THE WORD.
…’cos never growing younger,
Never knowing yonder.
Live you last everyday,
For our last is never known.



I hear thunderstorms
In the depths of its belly,
A sound of a raging lion
Resounds amidst its colony.

Every expel is a horror,
Like a mix of horrible colours.
That beast!…betrayed by its body,
In the name of enticing Rudy.

Now look what she has done…
Confusion brewing in the bus.
Her alone at the back; no clone!
Thus an ass roar.


It tasted like Astymin,
It was gluey and disgusting,
Yet she pushed it down,
Swallowed with a slight frown.

Can’t it just be sweet?
…like honey with no awkward taste,
Like fresh Pineapple,
Odd She was in no haste.

Slow sips eyes on her,
That newbie persistent for cliques,
It was obvious so he poked,
“Excuse me, there is coke.”