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Logins For Me, Me, Me

Login’s For Me, Me, Me!

Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit, 
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session, 
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit, 
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision. 

So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,  
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen, 
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede, 
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been. 

I change my login each time a new carer starts, 
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering, 
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts, 
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring. 

I can only change my passcode a certain few times, 
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,  
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,	 
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber. 

It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal, 
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation, 
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal, 
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!
Form: Quatrain


Kaos In -Part 1-

I got fired
For being awarded Most Desired 
The truth got liared
I got tired by the fact that you are wired
A different way than me
Why can't they clearly see
That I'll make a difference in this world of labels?
This world is like a wifi that has been running on a ticking bomb of jacked up cables 

Going thru a relapse of suicidal thots before and after
I hand you flowers of forgive-me-please after a disaster
After a rainstorm comes a rainbow of radiance,
A tragedy in reverse...a miracle cure, a prance dance - enhance my joy with Royal elegance 

Loyal me up as soon as I give in to my old ways (that's what's up) 
Cuz I've been unfaithful...mhm, truth sincerely hurts
To You, him, and her and I feel like giving up...I'm a filthy cup in the dishwasher, but I will be a spic-and-span cup (it shocks me to know many have given up so easily...I'm a whimpering pup)
I've been acting ungrateful...I'm inside out shirts...
I'm in my doom-gloom dorm,
Keeping warm through it all...I've crashed due to an epic fall or an accidental fantastic fail 
I'm an weird, empty Earth worm
Seeping through the wooden floors that are as tough as a well-built wall...you're a tough trail to tread...I'm a message never sent by mail 

Got crazy 
A lil lazy 
Got naturally hazy
Off of hyper wild-child
Inside me - so not mild
For a while, my mind has been piled
With nonsensical, fickle desire of my elevating empire 
I am home with my cheesy nachos on my lap while singing "Girl on Fire"
I'm higher than the clouds cuz I'm high off of laughter and bliss...something I cherish and admire 

It's cool to be real 
It's not legit to be fake
Ah yeah, it's not a big deal
Hit the brake for my sake 

Regret nothing
Quit that fussing
You're my everything
Carry on, do your thang 
Off you trot
Don't let me Rot
On the spotlight...
Tonight...despite your black and white ways of sparkling spite and under-your-spell might that shines so bright and it's wrong when it's right 

I'm a kid without his kite 
Stab me with love-me-not loathe - I can take it without throwing a childish fit with a mature kit with freezing fire foolwit
I'm sorry - I feel like shite 
I know I broke the friendship oath - I still luv u a bit, I must admit

The Youth of Today

when i was just a little boy, a little skallywag
the worse things that i could of done, was getting caught with a ***
but times were much more different then, the law still had control
but somewhere from that time till now, the grip has just let go 
drugs and booze, guns and knifes, the hate is clear to see
when once it was safe to leave your home , could now end in misery 
so whos to blame for this madnes?, did music set the trend
can anyone please explain this to me, to have a theory to lend
some say its evolution, some say its not that bad
well try explain that to the child, or to his murdered dad 
sad enough it will never change, the force just grows and grows 
when did the children that we bore, become our living foes 
is social services the ones with blood, soaked into thier hands 
punishing your child is just so wrong, so give in to their demands 
the wars our elders fought for us, seems to be in vain
when everywhere these yobo youths, kill without no shame 
but life goes on, and backs are turned 
swept far out of sight
so prepare, when you go out there 
cos they just dont give a shite.
Form:

Premium Member Peoples Plight

oh it could of been 
the armored car,
or it could of been 
the gun,
instead it was the Germans 
that's were it all begun,

CHORUS
,
banks in gambling money,
they ignored 
the peoples plea ,
sold off the Irish
 human rights,
to protect their dignity,
the government 
our christian rights,
as they moved 
the vatican out
jobs now ten a penny ,
this reward 
is what we got

,CHORUS

tax there is on everything ,
down to air we breathe,
sick they lie 
on trolleys,
as in poor 
St Vincent helps them out,
oh leave us 
a little on the bone,
as our children 
are our future,
ohh whats this bloody nonsense 
taxes on our shite ,
as we all struggle hard 
in life,

CHORUS

we are the fighting irish,
who fought hard 
to keep invaders out,
now tax 
the ruling government 
with wages way to high,
bring back the armoured car ,
and the f---ing gun 
the land of saints and scholars ,
thats were i am from,

we are the servants 
of the rich,
who get very little pay
all we get is cuts and more 
they gamble 
each and every day

CHORUS
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
a song i wrote
Form: Ballad

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