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I Wish

03 Friday Mar 2017

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hope, love, money, wish

I wish that i was tall and handsome

But alas i am short and stubby.

People in the streets call me fat.

But y’know i am only slightly chubby.

 

I wish that i was more out going

Instead of being an over sensitive guy

And even though i know the answer

I still ask myself the question Why?

 

I wish that i was a higher power

Than i could cure all diseases.

Than the people that i love and cherish

Will no longer have to die.

My eyes would shine and sparkle with happiness

And no have to cry.

 

I wish that my mother and father stop arguing

And just talk to one another.

Because they did love each other once upon a time.

They live in the same house just not together.

The house is surrounded by very stormy weather

 

I wish that the earth was flat.

Than i could push all the bad people over the edge

I would listen to them screaming all the way down

I know it is wrong but i think i would enjoy that sound

 

I wish that i was a prize fighter

Fighting for the heavyweight title

Instead of being a world champion wimp

But i suppose it could be worse.

I could wake up as the pulp fiction gimp

 

I wish that people of different races and religion

Could all just be at peace.

But all they do is fight because of creed and different

coloured skin.

But we are all human beings of the same kin

 

I wish that i could see things in black and white

Because sometimes distorts the starkness

And though though i enjoy the light

I also welcome the darkness

 

I wish that my pen would stop moving around the paper

But it likes to form words

But sometimes the words aren’t quite right

And i need to take a rest

But still my pen continues to write

It can sometimes be a real pest

 

I wish that i was more popular

Than i could hang with all the cool people

I could bask in the limelight

And smell the decadence and wealth

But at the same time i like to live behind the curtain

of stealth.

 

I wish that there were no more wars

But mankind has been fighting each other

Ever since they started to live in caves

It is now 2017 so  people lay down your weapons

And start to fucking behave

 

I wish that i was famous

My face would grace the cover of all the magazines

I could be a celebrity for no particular reason

Just like that family of Kardashians

I could have my own television series

For way too many seasons

 

I wish that a had a pet

A cat or maybe a dog

Than i would have to be a responsible adult

If i owned a dog i would have to feed it take it for walks

and pay huge bills at the vet

So on second thought i don’t really want a pet

 

I wish that i was a man of mystery

But i am just your average joe

I have a normal job and live in an ordinary house

I mow the lawn and take out the trash

Just like everybody else

And they is the way that i like it

I wouldn’t change not even a bit

 

Except maybe …..

 

What do you wish for?

Go ahead and make a wish

You never know it might come true

But it more than likely wont

Just close your eyes and make a wish

But don’t say it out loud

Keep it to yourself

Wish

 

 

THE END

 

Driving Under The Influence ( Of Money )

16 Sunday Aug 2015

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drink driving, money, spoilt brat

Brandon Caulfield III was born under a bad sign

But he thought it was good

His family lived in a big house

in the right neighbourhood

They say that some people are born with a silver spoon in their

mouths

Well Brandon was born with the whole cutlery set

A bigger spoilt brat you have never met

His family made there fortune in Oil Timber and Cotton

It makes you wonder why Brandon turned out so rotten

His forebears owned one of the biggest plantations

In the southern part of the nation

At his first day at school Brandon was driven by his Nanny

They arrived in a big shiny Mercedes Benz

Brandon has family he doesn’t need any friends

He went inside and he told the Teacher that he was the head

of the class

The other Students looked at him like he was a Cockroach

There was just something about him so they didn’t approach

Brandon thought that he was the master of the ceremony

He thought that the Sun rose at his asking

He loves the spotlight he can do some basking

Brandon Caulfield III is special just ask him

He lives and breathes for the family money

In this land of Milk and Honey

At Fifteen Brandon met a girl named Roxanne

And after a few weeks they began to go steady

Brandon treated her bad he used her like trash

He thinks he can do anything because his family has cash

A few months later Brandon wasn’t wearing any protection

And he planted his dirty seed

Roxanne was left all on her lonesome

Brandon didn’t care and he headed for the hills

Cause he knew that his Daddy would take care of the bills

When Brandons Daddy heard of the situation

He sent a heavy around to Roxannes place

$100,000 should take care of the situation

Plus a few slaps of gentle persuasion

Brandon meanwhile had started to meddle with drink

and drugs

He used his mouth and his fists a little too much

He was always off his face he was starting to lose touch

Daddy didn’t disciple Brandon he just gave him more money

Surely money will make the problem go away

But the problem is a big one and it is here to stay

Ice Meth Speed Brandon has tried them all

He drinks it down with Bourbon up straight

Daddy megabucks better wake up before it is to late

But Daddy cant see the forest through all of the trees

Brandon needs help he needs some rehabilitation

But Daddy has other ideas of how to deal with the situation

He gets one of his sidekicks to drag Brandon home

Brandon is dragged inside kicking and screaming

No more drugs or Jim Beaming

For three months Brandon is locked in his room

He is going stir crazy but the drugs are slowly leaving

his system

There are no more drugs hidden in the toilet cistern

To celebrate Brandons success Daddy buys him a brand new

Corvette

Brandon is Eighteen and eager to please

But his whole world is about to fall to its knees

Brandon is just driving around just cruising

Then he visits his old drug dealer to get a little something

But he takes more then he should

And his Brain cant cope nobodies could

Then he visits a liquor store and gets back behind the wheel

But the combination of the drink and drugs has pushed his

body too far

He shouldn’t even be walking let alone driving a car

Brandon doesn’t see the Stop sign and he drives straight through

it

There is a sound of broken glass and metal

Then the sounds of sirens and crying

Brandon just killed five people and he wasn’t even trying

His car has T Boned a Cadillac the people inside didn’t stand

a chance

The crying is coming from Brandon as he climbs from his Corvette

If he thinks he has seen trouble

He hasn’t seen nothing yet

Brandon just wanders around he hasn’t even got a scratch

The Cops give him a roadside test to see if he is sober

But Brandon is incoherent they know that he is well over

Brandon is taken to the local precinct and placed under arrest

He calls his Daddy who screams down the phone

And Brandon knows that he isn’t going home

Even now Daddy tries to buck the system and he attempts to

bribe the Judge

The Judge gives Daddy a mouthful then he calls the Sheriff

Daddy is placed in handcuffs

Yeah Daddy enough is enough

He still thinks that his money makes him immune

Daddy is going for how long I cant tell

Maybe he and Brandon can share the same cell

Brandon has his day in court and he is charged with the murder

of five people

The Judge gives him five life sentences

Brandon hangs his head as he is led away

Where he is going you cant see the Sun

The law and karma have come together

to take away his fun

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