He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic way
Following the coastal road
On to Robin Hood's Bay.
The very place where, if
Local legend had it right,
Mr Hood and the Vikings
Had a very dirty fight.
He advertised on the Internet
Pretty sure there would be
A plethora of investors
All as Foresighted as he.
He checked his e mail hourly,
Couldn't understand why
After forty three days
Not received a single reply.
He sent the camels back to Qatar
After a very drastic rethink
Then devoted his life to
The Pursuit of strong drink.
You can find him by Donny station
A sight to make you weep
As he rattles his tin can
Begging for his keep.
There's a moral to this story.
Always look for the hitch:
Though better than the alternative,
Life at times can be a bloody .
That day I was in a call with school friends
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise.
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.
Everytime someone keeps foot on it
They told they had lost all hopes and crushed their
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
I am forced to buy cheap wine said one friend
I ensure nobody knows about it
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
Things were bad and worsening day by day
That was the last straw to break camels back
Why can't people be positive, happy
All of them were well off with no problem
Life is so short and unpredictable
is it not stupidity to be sad?
Date: 10/15/2020
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not going to fly
not having it
not backing off
if this goes a stray
will not take it
will not step down
will not give up
will fight for territory
this is last straw
this is straw that broke
this camels back
this turf
this territory
is already inhabited
not going to leave ever
nothing can push out
existing inhabitants
Clutching at straws
That break
Metaphorically
The camels back
The waysides chaplen says
Bring back heroin
We can't control
Ice addicts
When someone is broken
Don't use words to break them more
For the cracks are all ready exposed
And can hold no more
Sometimes what's holding
Is thinner than hair
Used bubble gum
Burnt wax
Something barely there
Breakage comes from many things
Old age, illness, addiction
Sometimes your just tired
Have little fight left inside
So watch for those signs
Let sleeping dogs lie
Because sometimes all it takes
Is one thing to break the camels back
When fighting clawing climbing
Barely putting one foot in front of another
The hardest thing to do is get back up
Be careful what you say
You never know sometimes
Just how close to that edge
How far to the end
Of the rope they hang
Disguise is easy to pretend
All is well when it isn't
Not showing weakness
Is a learned behavior
Trying to be a survivor
And dig is exhausting
And sleep is all that's needed
Permanent or not
Be careful with your words
Sticks and stones
Is a fallacy
Made up by someone broken
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i am me
by Ty Ngachira on Saturday, December 31, 2011 at 6:24pm
I am the longshot
I am the one they never so coming
I am the life beat of a heart once dying
I am the old horse that keeps kicking
i am truth in a world that keeps lying
I am the runner who though the race ends keeps running
I am the dancer who keeps moving though the cutains falling
i am the longshot
i am the raindrop that split the earth
i am the straw that broke the camels back
i am the bullet the vest couldnt catch
i am the arrow the armour couldnt stop
i am the pebble that cracked goliaths skul
i am the hair grown back on Samsons head
i am the longshot
i am the manifestation of a revolution
i am the stmbol for a new generation
i am the underdog who becomes champion
am picked not just chosen
i am the voice they cant mum
i am the song hope cant stop but hum
iam the last of a dying breed
yet its hope that i bleed
am he whose passion is a creed
created by gods decree
i am the f that made lame hot like flame
i am the g that made low glow
i am change,
i am difference,
i am uniqueness
i am wine from The true vine
i am what u cannot be
I AM ME
If a mere straw can break a camels back,
Why put straw on him to begin with?
It has to be done to go forward?
Never go back, make your own way,
Use that straw to make hay.
Then and only then will you succeed.
When your mother gave birth to you,
You went forward into this world,
If you tried to go back,
You would kill your mother.
When something is done,
It is final.
Choose your words wisely,
For once said, they are forever.
Find a strong camel to carry you?
If you add that mere straw,
You will be walking.
So be careful not to over load,
What your camel cannot carry.
A task can only be accomplished,
If it is done the proper way.
Now let me go operate on my brain?
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