As the cancer’s evil tendrils spread
As his lifeblood is leeched from his veins
As his vitality drains from his core
So darkness grows inside me
So guilt torments my mind
So time stolen haunts
As I never wished him ill
So I pray for his recovery.
I would rather lose
Than win this way

Rising silently from the depths
Noiselessly devouring the leagues
To this shore; your shore
You see it from afar
Getting nearer growing taller but
True height hidden by perspective
Until too late you realise
It’s true stature, omnipotence
No fear grips your guts but
Wonder holds your mind and
Awe grips your heart
Your neck cranes up
To the head of the beast
Frothing as it closes in
Shadows in its body
Hint at life from the deep
Along for the ride
Unknowing and unknown
You just have time to wonder
What will become of your world
Then all is aquamarine
Then all is blackness.

When I was on the inside looking out
I longed to be out there where the action is
Now I'm on the outside looking in
Longing to be where the comfort is

Guess I'm doomed to loneliness

But wouldn't it be great
To get outside my head
No looking in then
There'd be a world to conquer

A cornucopia awaited
Whole pies apiece and then some
Give thanks to those who catered
And those who stayed at home

Their loss, my waistline's gain

Oh the pains of growing up and out

Ayup Charlie, will this hold the weight?
Aye
Charlie, do you think I should double prop this gate?
Aye
Charlie, is it worth using another brad in this door?
Aye
Hey Charlie, should I test this pipe out just once more?
Aye

A man of few words our Charlie

But you should listen when he speaks.

So, you're a star
Well, you think you are
Your head's somewhere airy
You ponce around like a fairy
But then, what else can we expect
From someone who thinks life is a text
Short, nasty, understandable only to the few
You laughingly call your crew

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"Never again" I said
But then I always say that
When the world ends
Then I go and set it up for one more spin
One more throw of the dice
You'd think that with all those parameters
Wonderfully random elements in the mix
Genes and memes evolving along times axis
You'd hope, believe, expect that just once
We'd get a result to be proud of
But it always turns out the same
Until this time

Cyclonic irrigation - what you'd get if you stuck the business end of a Dyson up your arse.

Guilty as charged
They cried as one
Except the one
Who wasn't sure, he thought
But then wasn't sure he thought
So he went his way away
And the guilty one was
Because, just because.