Insanity is his guiding light – Sad I know, but there you are!
I talk to and chastise myself,
How did I lose all of my wealth?
However, did I get like this, pale, achromaticity?
Memory has gone to pot, it’s such a pity,
I’ve lost my guile, drive and stealth.
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My once slim body, now a flobby monstrosity,
Sometimes I find it hard to breathe,
At times I think it best if I pass-on with fugacity
I’d have liked to learn how to sew and weave,
I’ve always had too much sensuosity.
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Life is getting filled with struggles and tortuosity,
I’ve never had sufficient tenacity or ferocity,
Now I’m losing my logic and synchronicity,
To be a good man, I have ever striven,
Passionate about nothing, never driven,
Alway tended towards showing sequacity.
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Fell in love and lost her, a crying shame,
Heartbroken, but who should I blame,
Never again for me, the romance game,
Anyway, the ailment stopped that in its tracks,
Even tried fishing, but just caught sticklebacks,
Nothing left now to set me aflame!
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That’s another thing, setting the cooker on fire,
Lifes desires are sinking into the Grimpen Mire,
Ah, Sherlock Holmes, his books were good,
I suppose I’ve become a Stuck-in-the-mud?
Ever since poor health and I did retire?
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Even my thoughts confuse me, so much now,
Leaving me frustrated, baffled somehow,
Depression I used to disallow and disavow,
But not anymore, and that’s for sure,
No desire for wealth or pleasure to store,
But I still like my mug of tea and chow.
Now the blank spells have taken a grip,
Nae doubt for me it’ll soon be Toodle-pip,
Still, it’ll free me from the pains in the hip,
Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, and the Enoxaparin,
I’ll no worry about me being fat and flabby, not thin,
Yes, I welcome the end, not to worry about losing my grip,
No fretting over the level of heparin!
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Oh, hang on though, the A-Teams on telly tonight,
Now that’s put my mind in a plight,
I’d better take me tablets after all, whatever,
I love it when a plan comes together!
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Hehehe! Cheers all!
