by Robert Byrnes
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
And there’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
The trials and tribulations of life weigh heavy on you
The toxins and poisons make you angry and filled with hate
Where did your strong legs for walking go?
They disappeared beneath your obnoxiously, obese weight
You can’t carry your children and your pets run with fright
Why do you struggle to climb ascending stairs?
Even when using maximum strength and might?
Marketing is heavy and temptations are strong
You’d buy death if they wrapped it in a pretty bottle
You’d buy two if they sang a catchy little song
How hard is it to turn the right way?
How crazy to think that infamous thought
Now let me sell you something real
That in your lifetime you would have never otherwise bought
To get the inexplicable euphoric pleasure
Of knowing you did something positively right
Close your eyes, soak in the silence
And that little voice, do not fight
When lovely life hits you
With a bulldozer of crazy confusions
And tries to run your brain, ruin your heart, and rot your soul too
Sit on that nice, clean toilet with that shiny flusher
Inhale deep, exhale slow and just poop
Sonnet VII
by Hartley Coleridge
Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
‘Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life–for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o’er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love’s being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.
What If….?
by me
[DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT. IT IS COPYRIGHTED.]
What if there’s one chance
To grab what I can?
What if my dreams
Are in my open hand?
What if I try
And all I do is fail?
I can’t see the future
Only time will tell
If I take the leap
I will only fall
Nobody to catch me
Nobody at all
If I run away
I could be running to
That very thing
I didn’t want to do
But if I stay
And I’m stuck right here
With all the things
That fill me with fear
What if I don’t?
What if I do?
What if there’s nobody out there
But me and you?
I could make a wish
Get on my knees and pray
But my life don’t change
Same as it was yesterday
What if there’s no God?
But what if there is?
What if I die
And I’m alone in the mist?
What if it’s fate?
What if it’s not?
What if this one time
Is all I got?
What if I’m lucky?
What if I win?
Then what do I do
With the chance I’ve been given?
[DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT. IT IS COPYRIGHTED.]
I will always be here for you
Do whatever you ask of me
Pay your mouth and pay mine too
If that’s what keeps you satisfied
Enough for you to call me friend
And keep you clinging to my side
I will never ask anything in return
Because I would never expect it
I only hope that you will remember me
If the time ever comes
That I should need someone to lean upon
Someone that I can call my friend
We all have our ups and downs
When you’re down you’re really down
It’s nice to get picked up sometimes
But if you want to keep walking
Then that’s fine too
I’ll brush off my own dirt
And make sure I get yours too
I will gladly be your dummy
We can get a good laugh at my expense
If that’s what you want me to be
I’ll be your funny ha-ha joke
Just to see your pretty smile
I would never want to see you unhappy
I will always hold your hand in the dark
I never want you to feel lonely
You always have a friend in me
No matter what you do or don’t do to me
Sometimes sadness overwhelms me
It’s not important, as long as you are happy
We all go through things sometimes
But if I can help you, I will
It’s nice to know you’re loved
But if you don’t have the time
That’s okay too
I will love myself
And make sure I love you too
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