The kicker of the kicker
is it carries no weight.
It’s all bark
with the bite of a gurner.
It’s simple really.
Life happens.
You can’t dodge it,
can’t press pause.
You can be contrite;
what’s theirs is yours…
You see, I’ve learnt
a thing or two,
not that I’m wise
but I no longer despise
what’s out of my control.
Don’t spread your legs
for a lick and a promise.
Who hasn’t?
Who wouldn’t?
I’d strongly recommend you don’t,
not that you won’t,
make up your own mind.
Stop looking and seek,
eternally speak,
your own truth.
The words that form a lump,
make you palms sweaty,
those thoughts need airing,
‘cos life is short.
So do not get caught
with regrets.
Step out of the charade.
and do not,
under any circumstances,
let anyone,
piss on your parade.
shiny pebbles 