On Monday my heart goes livid
By Thursday I can't even feel the pain.
She walks right past the door
and I walk through into the rain .
On weekdays I can forgive her
by weekends I cannot refrain .
I do not want these seven day weeks
there is no reason , I just can't explain.
It's almost cruel when she smiles at me
and she does so when I complain .
It is not a naughty prank
it isn't a tantrum , it's a genuine grudge
but to her it's all the same.
I want to see her if only today
and by tuesday she can leave the game .

It was a wonderful day

and there were no people around

the times were beautiful .

Listening to Fools

Listening to fools is great fun

especially when you are one.

You can sing and dance along with them

and share their foolish delights,

Be privy to nonsense

and a part of fanciful flights.

There is nothing to stop the march of idiocy

even God's hand would fail for once

the older they get the more obstinate they become

and foolhardy becomes their stubborn resolve.

Hear them talking hear them speaking

watch them doing and not doing at at all

live with them and find a way

not to kill yourself with methanol.