Bright as you Like!

 
Wondering digits, incredulous pain the struggle resumes again and again

The only way out is to be typing hurt, so it dullens the drubbing I muse upon myself

There aint no excuse for a whinging coward and let it be said an enemy paint the due soul in time

But when all washes away with my body in tow I will surf in the currents of speculation

Indignant, obscene, you treacherous swine, a treacherous spine it turns in on me

Now we come in, I’m changing form, maybe my colour too!

Down to one knee forced to genuflect before the good shipment of time

I hope, I suffer until old age, so I can produce many more words that may help, but the way that I’m feeling I have to break free before my health decays into favour

What else is left to say?

Other than life becomes harder, the more effort in, the greater the toil, the greater the toll and everything withers in time

I will try to the end, I will try still to suffer, even if I have to whinge about it here in my writings, after all life is a game for the greatest of stakes so let this particular pain be only to those with true choosing

Onwards, inwards, decipher the code, unravel all and every mystery

Be a fool or a coward or at best be both for that is as bright as you like come the end