Without our vices what would we be? Giving in to our dark side seems so easy. Here’s a little poem about addiction.
Dear well wishers and the general public, I have something to say. Heed my words without delay. I’ve had enough of this. I was born with a big red head … Continue reading The disgruntled demon
You’re a worker bee, when it comes to hard graft you’re far better than me. Pushing to achieve you leave yourself with barely a second to breathe, you tend to … Continue reading Worker bee
Stepping into the foyer yours is a world of forlorn popcorn, fizzy drinks and ice cream swirls. Sticky carpet underfoot with staff straight out of Shaun of the Dead you’re … Continue reading The cinephile
Reach down, tie that trainer, no time to sleep now this exercise lark is a no-brainer. Ear buds in, one, two, when it’s workout time there’s no room for curfew.
Swipe left, swipe right with no end in sight. A meeting, a chance encounter, we flounder and fight, adrift in a sea of brief connections, ‘yeah, but what do you expect son?’ your mates cry.
Death. What is death anyway? If life is a journey from the cradle to the grave, where does it all end? How are we supposed to behave?