I have a small secret love in my life,
A marriage I love to do,
It’s when I use the stapler,
Making one grouped sheet from two.
The heavy duty mechanical,
The straight, to big, to small,
I love the crunch of bending steel,
The papered wedding, I love it all.
And at special times there’s 5 sheets or more,
A bunch to join as one.
Then, when the pile of paper’s so big,
I use the electric staple gun.
My small secret I keep so quiet,
I never want to create a scene.
I just quietly work my job, 9 to 5,
With the photocopy machine.
Written 15th March 2017 on a whim for John Lawless' contest
Tie Me Down by Rob Barratt
Tie me down, tether me to a pole
Rope together the wings on my soul
Fill my wellies up with rocks
Put big pebbles in my socks
Nail my boots to a railway sleeper
My heart grows light as my love gets deeper
Superglue me to the ground
Until an antidote is found
(Not that I want an antidote
I’m quite content to idly float)
Gaffer-tape me to the floor
Let’s hope that they don’t find a cure
Make me hold a lump of granite
I’m really on another planet
Pin me up against the wall
Load me with a cannon ball
Put something heavy in my pocket
To stop me soaring like a rocket
Staple gun me to the shed
Fill my trousers up with lead
I guess that you have got the gist
I don’t need a psychiatrist
So now that you know how I’m feeling
Will someone get me off the ceiling?
Shrapnel
flying
tear and rend,
Bones are breaking,
I don't bend,
shattered glasses
twisted beams,
I am splitting at the seams
I'm not made for stormy
weather.......
I can't hold this thing together,
Tape me up and grab the glue
I'll fall apart
all over you.
get the staple gun and nails,
quick,
before the hot wax fails
I'm not made for stormy
weather........
help me keep this thing
together.
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