John Keyes

The day isn’t always welcomed by the sun
Sometimes it’s cloud and sideways swiping rain
Your face not always basked by warm suns glow
Sometimes it’s cold expands the crevasses of age and pain.

Though crest is hidden by crag or growth
The hills end naer moves futher from your grasp
The minds eye drifts to times and faces past
All futures lost to mental resignation of fate.

From one small spark a mammoth wildfire spreads
The gift of stubbornness oxygen to that flame
Ignites the heart and beats within your chest
One step and start it all again.

To butcher Creep by wise Radiohead
Can express the things you’ve never said
To love oneself so much is quite an obsession
You wish you were an angel who was so fuckin’ special.

Instead you’re a cliché, a spectacular one
Surrounded by strangers, and trappings, such fun
Searching out something so precious a life
A trail left behind of carnage and strife.

Why won’t people just let you live as you want?
The only real answers to that are so blunt
Yet still you don’t listen you want to be free!
“It’s all about me, me, me, me, me, ME!”

I’m playing quietly, good as gold
My dolls are doing what they’re told
But something starts deep in my tummy
It’s like a pain but it feels funny.

It started low and and without grace
Rumbling scundering gathering pace
This sound could be a work of art
This most ginormous thundering fart!

The doors slammed shut, the curtains blew
The fire went out, the cushions flew
A howling gale consumed the room
And whipped all things off to their doom

The gusts died down and all went quiet
That fart gave me an awful fright
At least it’s done and all is well
Oh wait, what’s that? The smell, THE SMELL!