Friday, 7 October 2011
a piece of me: Smoking teens...
a piece of me: Smoking teens...: It has come to my attention through the words of my ex-wife My daughter's now a smoker and that's the end of her life Or is it just a phas...
Smoking teens...
It has come to my attention through the words of my ex-wife
My daughter's now a smoker and that's the end of her life
Or is it just a phase because all of her friends smoke too
Will she be so clever or smoke like me and you
We have all lit up around her, made rollies and some spliffs
It's not like this transition was 15 years too swift
She's admitted that she tried it but said it tasted disgusting
She said the only place for them is scrunched-up in a dustbin
But recently I've noticed, tell-tale little fellows
Like the over-use of chewing gum and her tongue is always yellow
Who am I to say 'Don't do it or you won't go to heaven'
I started smoking young, in fact I was eleven
I want to be responsible, tell her that's it's bad
On the other hand; I don't want to be a tough dad
I hope that she can see the errors of her ways
Smoking WILL KILL YOU or at least shorten your days
It's not cool and it's not clever, it's a bloody expensive tool
To hammer down those nails for all of us smoking fools
But hey, it's just a choice we think we can make ourselves
Our peers who smoke around us don't care for no-one else
So pass me another rollie whilst I tell you that it's bad
Please don't smoke my darling
I love you
Always
Dad
x
My daughter's now a smoker and that's the end of her life
Or is it just a phase because all of her friends smoke too
Will she be so clever or smoke like me and you
We have all lit up around her, made rollies and some spliffs
It's not like this transition was 15 years too swift
She's admitted that she tried it but said it tasted disgusting
She said the only place for them is scrunched-up in a dustbin
But recently I've noticed, tell-tale little fellows
Like the over-use of chewing gum and her tongue is always yellow
Who am I to say 'Don't do it or you won't go to heaven'
I started smoking young, in fact I was eleven
I want to be responsible, tell her that's it's bad
On the other hand; I don't want to be a tough dad
I hope that she can see the errors of her ways
Smoking WILL KILL YOU or at least shorten your days
It's not cool and it's not clever, it's a bloody expensive tool
To hammer down those nails for all of us smoking fools
But hey, it's just a choice we think we can make ourselves
Our peers who smoke around us don't care for no-one else
So pass me another rollie whilst I tell you that it's bad
Please don't smoke my darling
I love you
Always
Dad
x
Friday, 27 May 2011
a piece of me: Screaming............................................
a piece of me: Screaming............................................: "Screaming kids, playing games Shouting at each other, driving me insane Banging doors, slaming toys Squeaky girls and noisey boys Always..."
Screaming..............................................
Screaming kids, playing games
Shouting at each other, driving me insane
Banging doors, slaming toys
Squeaky girls and noisey boys
Always making a mess, never being quiet
Leaving mess and mayhem, it's like a bloody riot
Why can't they play together, calm and nice
We need something special, a peaceful device
A thing that makes them stop, making all that noise
I want silent girls, I want some quiet boys
Just for half an hour, I need a little peace
Make them stop this noise, someone make it cease
No chattering, no shouting, no mess
No fighting, no scratching, no stress
Just thirty minutes of nothing, completely sedate
Let me catch my breath again, that would be great
My ears would stop buzzing, my head won't ache
My nerves would not be shattered, I'd love a coffee break
And then they'll go to bed, argue for a while
But then there will be silence, he says; with a smile...
Shouting at each other, driving me insane
Banging doors, slaming toys
Squeaky girls and noisey boys
Always making a mess, never being quiet
Leaving mess and mayhem, it's like a bloody riot
Why can't they play together, calm and nice
We need something special, a peaceful device
A thing that makes them stop, making all that noise
I want silent girls, I want some quiet boys
Just for half an hour, I need a little peace
Make them stop this noise, someone make it cease
No chattering, no shouting, no mess
No fighting, no scratching, no stress
Just thirty minutes of nothing, completely sedate
Let me catch my breath again, that would be great
My ears would stop buzzing, my head won't ache
My nerves would not be shattered, I'd love a coffee break
And then they'll go to bed, argue for a while
But then there will be silence, he says; with a smile...
a piece of me: Missing
a piece of me: Missing: "It's a birthday missed because of the brandy and pills A life less in this world without his wordsmith skills A story untold, a song unsun..."
a piece of me: Anger
a piece of me: Anger: "Is it just me that feels this way Do I have to pretend to listen to what you all say Do I have to laugh at your racist jokes Do I have to..."
a piece of me: Old time, new verse
a piece of me: Old time, new verse: "How things have changed Rearranged methods of sales Adverts kill the brain cells So ad men can 'sell, sell' And still we're tranfixed G..."
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