Scumbag Chauffeur

Twelve thirteen eighteen
Twenty sixteen twenty-six:
They say age is a number
(But in this I don’t think so?)

Eight years apart
You doubled the age gap
From five to ten
(Who’s the one without sense?)

What about them
Young school girls
Do you like
(Looking for some lost innocence there?)

You irked me once back then
Now you just grossed me out again
(Is this about me, you or who?)

Leave them alone won’t you?

The wise men say
What goes around comes around
(So you better watch out!)

Teacher (I Can Do Some Chinese)

老师好久不见,
您最近还好吗?
从于我们最后相见已长过五年,
老师却样子原于从前毫无改变;

可能老师面庞随着年龄尖削了,
或许眼榜和嘴边多了几丝皱纹,
但是老师所带着的笑容依然甜蜜;

当老师双眼转向我的方向时,
我认出了一种回想起相识的眼神;

老师是时空间从记忆中记起了我,
还是被学生胸前的校徽给勾起了兴趣?

(I just had to prove to myself I can string sentences together in Chinese. Yes so here it is, something from some time ago haha.)

What?

Get your long boat at bay
Let it gently float away
You may find it another day
Perhaps just not today;

Give it a slight tuck
That’ll give it some luck
If it makes it out good
Maybe it’ll fix your mood;

If you know not where it goes
Neither will I come close
Maybe if you look hard and far
It may appear just under the bar;

So there is a rhyme to this
Yet the content is no jizz
Even if it works a meter or two
Is it still not up for the rue?

This is so bad
It makes me sad
Alone in a room
Nothing to loom;

I’m clearly not in control
I can only watch it unfold
So why not watch the show
Catch the waves in high and low?

Press play
Set up a relay
Motion in reverse
Make the scene perverse;

What?
The End.

Skinny Love

I’m in disbelief really
You loved that song with all
Yet I’ve never heard it before
It is my fault then surely?

I hear the song
I read the lines
I feel the pain
I think of you;

Now that you’re faithfully his
I can’t put a rhyme to this
It’s too painful for a meter
The words don’t even matter;

Will you read the words I write
Or will things never again be right?

(The song in question here is Skinny Love. Both Bon Iver and Birdy versions are so raw and hits hard in soft places, albeit in different ways)

Man In The Mirror

“Play time is over buddy, time to start living life,” He told the person straight in the face.

He didn’t really like what he was seeing, or the vibes he was picking up from that person.

He could detest the person, but he knew he could never bring himself to do so.

He has a duty to love the person, a duty to protect him to the very end, to be there with him till the end of the line. He has to stand with him even if the whole world forsakes him.

That faithful morning he said those words to his best friend, there was no one else in the toilet with him…

Except the man in the mirror.