I was going to write something really nice today, I had an Idea but
the wind in my head is massive
the weather is changing in uk
so the barometric pressure is impossible
here in birmingham temperature has dropped 10 degrees
i'm typing with one hand as my left shoulder is about to kick off
sam smith is dancing on my window sill
i made no promises, i give you everything he sings
i would love to give you everything
but
my body is battered and bruised
would you could you accept just
a battered an bruised man
would my twinkle and words be enough
PAUSE
or is it PAWS
miaow
dancing with a stranger
look what you made me do
I'm adding in Sam Smith deliberately
Just in case you can hear this
normally I just write and I'm not actually listening to the music
its company, if that doesn't sound too Irish
I was going to record an audio as well but
the temperature drop etc
its bad for my arthritis etc
so in my head i'm a 120 kilo or 19 stone george clooney
but the reality , i'm a sack of @£$$ left outside for the dustman
only if you were a beachcomber would you want me
true
i'm honest after all
maybe the last honest man in the world
if you see al the corruption
even john lewis and my bank are shades of themselves
you can go back and read the saga posted before
i'll go to the kitchen and get another coffee
it is nice all the viewing figures
and the boil proves my words my ip is worth a lot
which i'll keep and donate away
cos i dont write for dollars
i just write, but now after nearly 40 years
it's time to get off the killer hill
and that needs funding
so i'll finish for now
miami rice nice may be the solution
i need write more and i'd love to switch to audio only
but i'm not going to feed the beast for nothing
pay the writer if you want audio etc
so stay pure
and if she still looks gorgeous even when she is in her scruffs
hair up etc, then you are SMITTEN
and this is where I'd love to live IF I got off the Hill
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