BogRhymes

Postcard winter-white trees,
Grass is stringy-mint ice.
Cloak of fog,
Full of freeze.
A cold day,
Times twice.

Everything happens for a reason,
My mother-in-law is correct.
It’s not the tide, the moon or the season,
And it’s most least when you expect.

Then there were seven feet,
Or foots,
Found upon the shore.
Friends say I’m obsessed,
For fuck’s,
Sake, I don’t want any more.

She was apparently, defamed.
She was certainly, well named.

Tell you one thing Jim,
Lift you out of your bin,
When they sing,
As they sing,
The winter hymn.
This is class,
This is class,
This is kicking ass.

“Don’t you know husbands are always wrong!”,
Was my joke to keep things light.
“Are you one then?”, came a respond,
“Begob…you know, you’re right!”

It’s more influenced than influential…
I hear some Bowie and The Golden Horde!
A track like ‘The Youth’ shows potential…
And there’s pop singles to be adored!

The rest of the world,
It doesn’t really matter.
There’s only so much you can take care of.
Get things right,
In your own back yard.
Go to work on what you are aware of.

Everything is relative,
All declines in the end.
Life is a bitch,
That’s a fact.

There’s brothers of mine,
I can’t relate to.
With others,
I want some time back.

My friends are too kind,
My enemies weak.
My thoughts are,
Well, not too deep.

And for me and myself,
I give me advice.
Don’t sit on the shelf,
When you sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, he brings great hope,
And he can talk the Moon down from the sky.
But oratory and election strategy won’t,
Make earthlings run, much less fly.

It was pretty obvious that he would be Pres,
But to think there’s 47%,
Not red states, maybe rednecks or else,
Was it not enough money was spent?

One week on, it’s all Pete Tong -
The bottom team beats the top.
For us Pool fans, we know the song -
Pride comes before a drop.