Think of Something Clever

Scribble, Scribble
Etch and sketch
I transcribe these thought's
That I confess.
Word's of my storied life
ripped from rustic pages
Using pen's and a knife.
Contained within my diary
Days unseen in its entirety
Now listen.

My friends are worried.
We were shouting with our hands
I stopped hanging round the pubs at night
To become a better dad.
Intelligence is a gift,
I was told to use it wisely.
I opened Pandora's box
In haste, in anger.
Now stranger things
Haunt me nightly.

Quest Que Ce
I didn't hear you?
what did you say?
I turned away from darkness
look'd around, walk away
Quarter of a hour
to end of never
The final bell
whispers softly
I must return home at once
and think of something clever.

Scribble, scribble
Etch and sketch
These are the nightly rituals
I like the best
She fucked the man with the midis touch
I should run, I cant, but I must.
She broke the sacred band
And most of all my trust.
Consumed by passion
The action of his crutch
All I had to do was
Sip a cup of tea
And watch.

I bought you a pint
and payed you to like me
I took you home
so you can fake a orgasm
just to excite me.
I watch
I record,
I edit
I am the writer
and you are
the words.
Only at the end
do you get it.

Scribble, Scribble
Etch and sketch
On peeling flesh
I write the best
A tainted heart
I sell for sale
A tortured soul
in this life I failed.