♫ Why does my heart go on beating? ♫
♫ Why does the sun go on shining,
Why does the sea rush to shore,
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world,
‘Cause, she doesn’t love me anymore, Yes…
Why do the birds go on singing,
Why do the stars glow above,
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love…
I wake up in the mornin’, and I ponder,
Why sod all is the same as it was…
I can’t understand; no, I can’t understand
How life goes as crappy as it does…
Why does my mechanical heart go on beating?
Why are these eyes of mine fading,
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world,
It ended when you said, “Sod-off, goodbye!”
I often wonder, apart from Little Inchie, why? ♫
Why Am I So Soft & Gullible?
Even as a young man, I was presentable…
But, I’ve always been jealous and resentful,
Gals thought I was a standby rather than a desirable…
But my wallet was in demand… and easily emptiable!
My heartstrings were unendingly detachable!
Why these failures? It is seemingly not diagnoseable.
My hopes and dreams were terribly squashable,
I’ve always been a soft touch and deceivable…
Looking back, I find it hardly believable…
I’ve gone from cute and cuddlable,
To a failure, always, who’s always defeatable!
Thus, it must have been in my past life…
I must have lived a terrible life…
Not like this one full of strife…
Bet I was cruel, took many a wife…
I should come back a newt or other pondlife!
Why Are Liars, Usually Politicians?
Well, that’s obvious! To keep themselves out of trouble!
To save them from bursting their own financial bubble?
They overclaim all expenses by at least a tankful…
They welcome Covid cause there’s no time to be able…
For anyone to inspect their expenses table!
Why Have Aliens Not Landed Yet?
Oh, bejabbers, they may well have already; it’s verifiable!
They beam down airily…
So no spaceships to see,
So their landings are not watchable…
They interbred with the powerful, starting with Blair…
This may sound to you ununderstandable…
Their original plan was to make us all vilifiable!
Intending to use mind control, somnambulistically!
Naturally, they all mind-melt and speak multilingually,
They soon spotted how humans communicate clumsily…
Using missiles, tanks, napalm, and mercenary armies…
Killing ourselves off with starving… very silly!
We are killing ourselves off, although it will be bloody!
We tell our people not to smoke or use a narghilly…
Not to eat fatty or sweet food, willy-nilly…
We do have variability but very little tranquillity…
We intercommunicate bolshy, cruelly, not friendly?
We lie, mislead, cheat, mostly circumlocutorily,
Many aliens planet folks have visited Earth, spookily,
It’d be a lot more, counting the imaginary!
Why Are More People Going Potty?
Answer: Alto-Egos, Id’s and Chakras
Alto-Ego-Inchy: No doubt about the answer to this question…
But it’s a long one, which calls for honesty and a confession…
I’ve studied this query for years; it became an obsession,
Since the Roman invasion to England’s 1867–1869 recession
I was in the body of a chap called Adrian…
Wall builder, I think, a stonemason…
The effect of Alto-Egos, Id’s and Chakras, combined,
Control our allotted specimen, usually a human,
Occasionally a half and half, unknown, with a warped mind,
But we can handle and master humans, aliens of any kind.
I am the truth, reality… I rarely speak what’s on my mind…
We Alto Egos go on for years, the insane is our possession,
When the human snuff it, we move on to Sherlock Holmesian…
To torment another losing it, sad foccinaucinihilipilification,
Alto-Egos, Id’s, and Chakras rule we’re not Antichristian,
We are not Czechian, Australian, Midlothian or Arizonian!
We roam the Universe to torment the deserving,
Deserving meaning one demented, their mind flailing,
Fair enough, we do some deducing, defacing and coercing…
But only of the brain, physical problems are not out kind…
Like with Inchcock, no wonder he’s going out of his mind!
I’m actually getting to feel sorry for him, I find…
But don’t tell anyone, it’s a bit embarrassing…
We Three unknown, misunderstood missionaries, are King…
Humans will never understand us unless they are tripping,
Our tasks, as laid out for us, to stop anyone helping…
Give pain, frustration, depression with maintaining…
If noise bothers Inchcock, we make sure it is piercing!
If he leaves the tap running… this is called interfacing…
We keep him busy with something else; I can’t help laughing!
Then the hot water will be cold, so no showering…
Little things like this make out job so satisfying!
I fang You!
Part of the Inchies: Make Them Laugh, In Ode Series.
1) You’re always a heartbeat away.
2) You are a nice guy and that is good.
3) Most politicians are psychopaths. Do these traits sound familiar:
Disregard for rules, laws, and morals
Superficial charm and charisma
Pathological lying
Has a small range of emotions
Lacks empathy and is callous
They are impulsive
They bully and abuse even those they’re close to
They act like a victim when immoral actions are caught
They directly blame others for their misfortunes
Narcissism and superiority complexes are common
Manipulation comes naturally
Multiple sexual partners and short-term relationships.
They seek revenge
4) But aliens have landed. They are live among us. Al Gore and Joe Biden are of the gray reptilian species of aliens.
5) Because most people are full of crap!
That encapsulates the situation over here as well, Tim! Not good.
Hope all well in your dwellings and surroundings, Sir.
Very well woven existential questions on a theme of WHY, OH MY, OH WHY. Nicely encapsulated within five topics. Our lives reply as were we all on the receiving end of a game of Whack-A-Mole.
Why does my heart go on…
W H A C K
Why am I so soft…
W H A C K W H A C K
Why are liars…
W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K
Why have Aliens not…
W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K
Why are more people…
W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K W H A C K
Conundrums drum on to a tune of mystery, questions not answered by history.
Sod off sayth the deity, you are testing my sanity in your land of banality.
I’m taking pisses on your guesses.
And sending off viruses to vex your sinuses.
By golly, that were well composed, Billum. Nice little bit of odeing ‘t end, too!
Loved it. A smileth develops!
TTFNski Sire Billum.
I fank yer fer the fine words, kind Sire. They were written on the strength of those five (5) remarkable odes, so full credit goes to the poet laureate of Olde Nottingham, The Lord of the Inch.
Ahh, thanketh you too for the comforting words. Jolly decent of you, Squire.
Carer Richard came this morning, last call as usuall so we have time for a natter. He was having hot flushes, and I was a little worried about him. Gave him a bottle fizzy spring water, a can of pink G&T, and his Easter egg. We share an embarrassing condition, and chatted openly about our struggling with it. Nive that, to share, and it oddly cheered us both up a smidgion, getting out into the open? Nice lad. Always checks the medications properly, too.
I just got sidetracked, and made a start on a HRH-Billum graphic. Hope to get it done in a few days… it will be a request for captioning jobbie, methinks.
Take care, and I hope the snow is begging to go. Cheerski
It is rare and kind to find the confidence that you and Richard now have together, important stuff. Looking forward to the graphic.
We are heading to the out of town dentist just as a major winter storm is moving closer, it extends from Texas to Maine.
Cheerski to you, mate