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Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011

Christmas Chaos

Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest

Queuing for a parking space
Queuing for the shops
Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops

Pushing to the counter
Pushing through the mob
Pushing passed with bulging bags, such a tiring job

Folding paper round the gifts
Folding cards all day
Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way

Laughing with your family
Laughing with pure love
Laughing in joy at Christmas, it’s worth all of the above

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Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011

Christmas Jeer

Mindless Christmas songs polluting my ears
Dull souless drivel spewing out fake cheers
And those bloody sprouts haunting me through the years
On the mind and body it's a strain

No one tells what gift they want from you
Desperate that inspiration will shine through
Eventually the only thing left that you can do
Is say 'sod it, it's vouchers again'

From shop to shop fro-ing and to-ing
With no clue about what I am doing
Queueing and queueing and queueing and queuing
'Til I just scream and moan

X-factor puppets who just need slapping
Running out of tape half way through wrapping
No wonder my nerves are close to snapping
Merry Christmas, now leave me alone!

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Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011

Great Date

I know the date didn’t go that great
Collecting you I was an hour late
And while I was waiting in your flat
I knocked over your plant and sat on the cat
And it really wasn’t that bad a mess
When I shut the car door on your dress
And when we were at the restaurant
I ordered stuff I thought you’d want
But you didn’t want what I’d suggest
I don’t know why, it was cheapest
I thought you’d like to have fondue
Though I admit I didn’t really ask you
Then I knocked over the melted cheese
Into your lap, scolding your knees
And when I responded to your yelp
I spilling your wine which didn’t help
And after it had all calmed down
I wanted to turn the mood around
I tried to be tender with gentle touch
But because I had drank too much
I caught my sleeve on your earring
Which must have given quite a sting
It’s lucky you had that red shawl
The blood didn’t show hardly at all
And I really must apologies
That I took so long to realise
That I didn’t have my wallet in sight
So thanks for paying the bill that night
But through all this there was a spark there
It’s a pity next week you’re washing your hair

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Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011

Life's a Buffet

I cant eat that think of my weight
Who know the number of calories
Will attack me if that’s on my Plate
I could grow quite fat with ease
And if I dared to stay out late
My skin will just sag as it please

I dare not travel, I may get lost
And I don’t like to be out in the heat
Just as much as I dislike the frost
Odd climates will just have me beat
And think of the trouble or anguish or cost
Or my poor aching legs and feet

It could be fun having something new
But just how new should it be
There may be a wonderful panoramic view
But I may be too worried to see
I could be too timid to give it its due
The change might be wrong for me

Don’t live in fear of change, laugh and play and sing
Life is just like a buffet, try a bit of everything

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Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011

Chain Mail

My dear close favourite friend
I have something I have to send
On to you that I just found
Sent to me last time around
It’s a message telling me
That I will upset destiny
And bring great pain and suffering
And lose almost everything
That’s in my life and live always
In deep depression all my days
Love will be lost and fortunes gone
Illness will spread before to long
Until I’m shrivelled and just a shell
Falling deep into my own hell
If I don’t keep the message going
And as I have no way of knowing
If it could really happen to me
I thought I better just agree
Stress and worry this put me through
So now I’m sending it on to you
How much more friendly can you get
Than to pass on a vile nasty threat

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Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011

Power Struggle

My alarm clock this morning woke me up late
Which meant that my day didn’t start great
The toaster, joining in the attack
Made all of my toast come out black

The kettle just seemed to do what it felt
The iron made my work shirt melt
The house alarm wouldn’t set today
The garage door wouldn’t move out the way

The car stereo wouldn’t play my CD’s
The traffics lights changed just as they pleased
The security keypad lock at work
Ignored my code number and just went berserk

When I got home the TV popped with a spark
And the lights all fused so I’m now in the dark
Everything electric has broken tonight
I’m surprised the computer is working alrig…

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Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011

One More Gun

What could happen with just one more gun
Surely it can’t really harm anyone
But I feel I need it for my protection
As I lately realised on reflection
That I didn’t feel very safe any more
And needed more than the locks on my door
And it’s my right to improve my safety
Which I thought this addition would guarantee
But each new weapon is a new way to die
And I sit here unable to stop myself cry
He was only playing but I’ve now lost my son
What could happen with just one more gun

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Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011

An Idiot

I'd love to be an idiot,
And never have a care.
About the crap that's in the sea,
Or poison in the air.

I want to be an idiot,
And never be afraid.
Of the snipers deadly gun,
Or muggers slicing blade.

I long to be an idiot,
And live in my own world.
Where violence doesn't raise its head,
And no abuse is hurled.

I beg to be an idiot,
Not waiting by the phone.
And even when I'm by myself,
I'd never feel alone.

I wish to be an idiot,
A dim and dozy dope.
Whatever things went wrong with life,
I'd never give up hope.

Yes, if I was an idiot,
Hatred, hurt and pain.
Would never ever bother me
And I'd be born again.

But, if I was an idiot,
And missed out all the strife.
I'd miss out all the other things,
That make up every life.

The heartfelt words, the warmth, the love,
The closeness and all that.
I don't want to be an idiot,
I think I'll stay a PRAT

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Flying Lemming, 22 listopada 2011

The Individual

‘I don’t like to conform’ said the guy to his friend
‘Don’t like to be normal to fade in or blend’
They pushed past the racks of clothing on view
And hunted around for something new
‘Can I help at all? ’ said girl in the shop
‘Are you looking to get yourself a new top? ’
He smirked, gestured the racks of clothes
‘You have anything that’s different from those? ’
‘I don’t want to look the same as the rest’
The girl looked thoughtful at the request
Then gestured him to follow near
And after checking the coast was clear
She reached below the desk for a bag
And from it produced a shirt like rag
It was black with silver skulls stitched in
And buttons made from twisted up pins
The sleeves were jagged and collar was frayed
And layers of black were overlaid
‘I have just this one, I made it myself’
‘It not normal enough to put on the shelf’
‘The owner wouldn’t let me display it’
‘Said that the look just didn’t fit‘
The guy smiled and said ‘that’s the one’
‘Something to stand out from everyone’
‘Something unique, something bizarre’
‘To show the rest as the sheep that they are’
He bought the shirt there and then
And putting it on strutted off again
The shop girl smiled, and checked the till tray
That was 12 of those shirts she’d sold today

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Flying Lemming, 22 listopada 2011

Adrenaline Rush

I’m an adrenaline junkie
I live fast and hard
I laugh at danger and give fear my best regards
I climb up high mountains
And when I reach the top
I stick ski’s on my feet and rush back down the drop

I scuba dive with sharks
And camp with grizzly bears
Some worry that I will come to harm but it’s not me that cares
I bungee jump and parachute
And abseil from great heights
I explore caves and dank dark holes I never get the frights

I’ve rafted down the rapids
And been on desert trails
Whatever task I set myself my courage never fails
I’ve never had companions
As I move across each nation
Cos the only thing that scares me is to have a conversation

May 25, 2008

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