Of course it is my fault

i let things lie

Leave them to fester or forget

and work

and always work.

Hidden behind a thick vista of looming deadlines

love expires
and I

am left bereft
exposed

and working
working
working

He is sooooooo fine
reaches me with his smile

keeps his eyes shaded from my gaze
he plays

he presents and represents
again
and I
smile

have I time to wait
a while?

Keep working
girl
keep

working

and slowly I will slow my twirl
in to the arms of a rare dance.

At the midnight hour
at the edge of the ghetto
long queues formed
people gather
Young and old
Brown, black and white
Its a funny, delightful
inspiring sight

Long queues through ASDA
Spirits are high
a countdown is called
across the crows and laughing raucous sigh...

inhale, exhale
here we go
in 2007
my little glimpse of heaven

here in the ghetto
come take a look
all of dem people
are queuing for a book.

Oh really!

Whats going on here?

We don't need modernisation, its sooooooooo old already!

come on everybody lets rebel..........

why does he always need an edge
finds me out every time
can handle gentle adoration of the perfect man
but give me arrogant and unforgiving and I go weak at the knees.