Martin Slidel: CV-19

I thought I’d lost you But now I realise I never had you To begin I thought I’d found you But now I realise The truth behind That endless  Aching Gurning  Grin I thought I’d won you But now I realise Sometimes it’s better To lose a fight Than it ever is To win. “Sometimes it’s worse to win a fight than to lose.” – Billie Holiday Photo: womenwholiveonrocks.com/fake-smiles-and-stony-faces

Once you know That you are wrong And that you Have wronged me Will you Do right by me? Will you Do right by me? Will you say sorry? Will you stop my worry? Will you mop my brow? Do you know how? Once you know That you are wrong And that you Have wronged me Will you – please! Do right by me? You you – please! Do right by me? Will you say sorry? Will you stop my worry? Will you mop my brow? Do you know how? “At some points in our lives, some people do wrong against us but are truly doing wrong against themselves.” – Martin Slidel  Original photo: lifecross546232931.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/despaired-of-life-itself

Some things are never Supposed to last And so goes our love From one bloodlet heart But life is learning How to pretend. To follow to an end There must be a start But some things by nature We have to let pass Like one red rose crimpling Within a glass vase. Photo by Martin

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Journey  Journey  Journey on  Past the years  Been and done  A backward glance  Nevermore  You can try or You can stall  Once you know  That every soul  Has its purpose  – One and all  Take the chance  And turn the door  Bid goodbye  And cross the floor  Once you’re sure  That every error  Demands of you  To let it go  Journey  Journey  Journey on  Until your fears  Have gone...  Have gone. Image: wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=545581

If only I Was Bobby Jenrick The ways I’d get My kicks My licks To travel to A second home To give a dog A rancid bone To turn Joe Public Into stone I want a house And another And another And another Pay the rent Of the backs Of the mothers Of the push; The Push-and-Shovers I do what The Hell I like or Tell the rest To take a hike Thus spake ancestor: “On your bike” One can but try To tell them why To slip a bill Under the mat Whilst all the while Growing fat To turn Joe Public Into stone To give a dog A rancid bone To travel to A second home The ways I’d get My kicks My licks If only I. But Then again I’m not I’m not I’m (hopefully) not Lest I forgot A stupid little Ittle bittle Slob A wobbly floppily Hobnob properly Flob-ab-dob bobbly Bob-a-Job robbery A prick A dick A shitty stick Raking the muck Taking the Mick Who gives...? So, get rich quick Before the quick get rich Before the cat Catches the rat Slip a bill Under the mat Whilst all the while Growing fat Pass the buck Your luck i...