You’re tiring of me
Quick as quick
I can already feel the limpness in your dick.
What a pity. What a shame.
The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.
So, so sad. So, so tragic.
That I can no longer work my magic.
‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?
A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?
Must I really become a shard
In order for you to get hard?
Screw it. Let this thing end
Before we are no longer friends.
(c) Slumpless
You’re not really a rebel, are you?
With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.
You sit on a bike that you can’t ride
You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.
You walk with a swagger but have no sway
Your ridiculous stories give you away
Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort
Although you really do nothing of the sort.
You like heavy-metal fine.. ok
You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’
You’re mean though
I’ll give you that.
Shut me out of life
Make me feel like a twat.
You’re a rebel without a reason
I committed no crime or treason.
I wanted you and that was all
Your worst crime was to pretend to fall
You’re full of crap and rather crass
You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.
(c) Slumpless
No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.
Sorry. What’s that?
You don’t drink coffee?
Wuss! 🙂
#sorrynotsorry
(c) Slumpless
Google:The perfect cure to ever thinking you have an original thought.(c) Slumpless (Or should I bother? – it’s already been done :D)
‘What’s in a name?’
Shame. Shame.Shame.
I would be giving you the key to me
My thoughts would be censored
Tailored.
No it’s better this way.
No fame. No fuss.
I would rather be anonywuss.
(c)Slumpless
Cinderella said she lost her shoe by ‘accident’
But she was no fool
She knew the prince adored her.
She had felt his arousal against her leg.
Snow white flirted with all the huntsmen
It got her stepmother’s back up
When she shagged them in the stables.
Hansel and Gretel were too close for comfort
Their parents didn’t know what to do.
They sent them to the old lady in the woods
Hoping for a cure.
But their lust for one another was unquenchable.
They killed her for trying to tear them apart.
Read between the lines.
Question everything.
The world is full of tall tales
And we lap them up like children.
(c) Slumpless
What it’s like living in a ‘temperate’ climate:
January start not good for the heart.
Its endless grey takes my breath away.
February is worse with its dreadful curse
Of feeling it should be spring
But instead: Nothing. Nothing. Nothing
What about ‘Valentine’?
I hear you whine?
Fine.
One ok day. Then back to grey.
Oh dear then there’s March another month of bleak
Week after wretched week.
April doesn’t fare much better
Oh yeah and the weather is wetter.
Hurray it’s May …at last Summer
No wait .. more rain … bummer
Oh June please bring in the sun
I’m dying for beachtime fun
Wait wait July is dry… ish
Summer living a distant wish.
August a surprise
With its beautiful blue skies
September I can breathe with yearning
The leaves are finally turning.
October.I begin to dream
And look forward to Halloween.
November you bring frost and sometimes snow
I love sitting beside the fire’s glow.
December darkness is dotted with lights
Oh how I love the Christmas sights.
I adore the smells, the cold the glimmer
In Winter time I really shimmer.
But wait oh wait it’s really scary
Already back to January.
(c) Slumpless
