Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.