Reflection
There is a man hiding behind my mirror
Where my reflection ought to be
He reveals himself when I'm shaving
and he's really scaring me.
He must be nearly forty
Hints of grey grow in his hair
I turn around to look behind me
but of course there's no one there.
I slip with my razor
and I see blood on his chin
You are really extracting the urine
I find myself shouting to him.
Now he's really mocking me
His lips are synchronised with mine
Even when I give him the finger
He gives me one back every time.
The evil sod followed me on holiday
When I went to sunny Spain
A lady took a picture of me posing in my boxers
and there he was again.
I call him Willie Nelson
Because he is always on my mind
I've said some words that should not be heard
They were of a very naughty kind .
Tonight I thought I'd lost him
Until the DJ called my name
I looked up at the karaoke screen
and there he was again.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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