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 and pointy horns which was tough growing up. Regularly scorned, mocked and abused you could find me in the gutter thinking, ‘This is ludicrous I… 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 get in too deep, so fast you can’t leave. Pur-lease you tell others you’re just getting started, while others are smarting you’re sticking your arm… 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 probably asking yourself, ‘Should I examine my head, where’s the magic?’ As far as movie experiences go this one is tragic. Ticket stub in hand… 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?