No Regret

Where were you my sorrow

When I needed you?

Tomorrow we'll be wed

By a point of view

Something that I said

That I shared with you

We will be imprisoned

What am I to do?

Wish we'd never met 

Meaning no offence

Where were you my anger

When I needed you ?

Smiled too much, agreed to things

Tied me down like apron strings

What to do, cause a scene?

Say the things I really mean

Leave this plane before it stops

Hope I can survive the drop

Where were you my envy

When I needed you ?

Wanted her so much it hurt

Never quite knew how to flirt

So she turned to someone else

Let her go, thought she would be happier

Selfless act or foolish pride?

Now I'm dying from inside

Not much point in suicide

Where were you these feelings

When I needed you?

Consequence is painful and these words are true

Question now is what to do?

Face the truth, truth empowers

Take the blame and blow the roof

Wear these phrasings like a promise

Never to regret again

No regret, no not yet

Not until the scores are in

Not until the large one sings

Who can say what life will bring?

Who's to say that we won't win?

This is not a film we're in

No one wrote a script for it

Nor can you or I predict

If this is a classic or a crock of shit

Not before the end is done

And the critics have their fun

Even then I won't regret

Not if I allowed myself

to be myself

To not be swayed

or be remade

The story hasn't finished yet

I do not know what happens yet

There may still be a sequel yet

But there will never be regret

Random Rhyming

I'm sick of sitting here like this and swallowing this rage
You sit back and let me quick attack this wit onto this page
I was born with half a chip upon my shoulder, grew with age
Now it's turned into a paper weight, helps me keep my page
Look at all of this, all of it, every single bit
I could kill it if I gave a shit, make a joke of it
Are you laughing Holmes, figure it, lay it then turn over it
Flipping pancakes in a pan, pilchards in a can
I'm a man, that is all I am, never had a plan
But like Jam, that is all I need, 'cept for maybe ham
In a fix, give me weetabix, give it to the lunatics
Give them extra biscuits as you know they like to eat em quick
That is why I go with it, anything a bit
Moderate, never early, late, never want to make em wait
Never want to wait neither, why should you or I, either
Ever be the last beaver, dying by the meat cleaver
That is where the short trees are, by the giant malteser
Watch it as it rolls, through the field of sausage rolls
Oh
This is a good song, every single line , strong
Flow like the ping pong, rising like King Kong
Quick, better quit, never fall, not at all
For
It's been a ball so goodbye to you all

Formally Abnormal

You may not find him normal

and he thanks you for the compliment

You may not find him formal,

he has never been an ornament

You may not comprehend him

Cannot place him

In a box like bricks

You think to then be friendly

To pretend he

Is like family

To ease your curiosity

To know which box

You have to tick

But he can see right through you

Very few do

So you won't expect

The card he has stashed up his sleeve

The one last hand before he leaves

You may not find him normal

Find him quite the same as anyone

But he is rather

formally abnormal

Just like everyone