They told me....

They told me things since I was young
like always walk, never run;
Eat all your greens, your crusts as well;
If you tell lies, you’ll go to Hell

They told me schooldays would be fun
long summers always filled with sun;
They told me marry just for love,
that babies are gifts sent from above.....

They didn’t say life can be cruel,
or explain the exception to the rule;
They didn’t tell me life plays dirty
Or warn me I’d be dead at thirty.

They never told me all the facts
about infection and all of that,
They said I shouldn’t lose my hair
And when I did, they didn’t care

They said I might feel a little sick
But never said it’d be so quick;
They said that I would feel no pain...
They better think that one out again!

They said “You’re young, you really should
survive, your chances are quite good”.....
And now I find that was a lie
The time draws near for me to die

So people don’t believe all you hear
about dying, lights and angel’s tears
It’s not about moving towards the light
Death is an endless dark goodnight.


THEN

This is the story of Cora Lee
Long life for her was not to be.
struck down in the prime of life,
Never a mother, never a wife.
This paragon, so free from sin,
her killer struck from deep within
It seemed to all to be unfair
but Cancer, it just doesn’t care
quite who it hits, or how, or when
And it just chose to hit her Then

Call Girl....

How much a minute
to speak to a young blonde
eighteen, thirty-six double dee
in a fake leather mini?
Husky from too many a day,
her seductive 'hello', as she runs
grubby fingers through greasy locks,
one lazy eye on the babies on the floor.
From her hand , forgotten ash drops
unheeded onto dirty knees,
as girlish giggles, oohs and aahs
sighed on fetid breath
through broken teeth trip over swollen lips
Meant to please, intended to tease...
How much a minute for an old man's dirty jerky
to be satisfied by a mouthful of lies?