Me

 

As far as I’m concerned I am The One.

Just like “The Matrix” I agree.

I hate to be so selfish saying this

But it’s the truth I have to say.

 

I never did find Love I must confess,

So egocentric I just have to be.

I love my parents and my sister too,

But in the end it’s me who faces all

That Life will throw my way.

 

And when I die, then you will too

As far as I’m concerned.

 

No suicide bombing for me my friend,

No martyrdom for me.

Survival Instinct is my god,

Self-preservation is my creed.

 

I offer no apology

Self-centred I may well just be.

The bigger picture holds no sway,

I’ll just keep living day by day.

 

Paul Butters

Get Your Finger Out

(Picture Credit - Burton Group com)

 

 

Get your finger out!

I hear you shout.

Give Life a clout.

 

But what’s it all about?

What does it mean?

Out of what?

A hole in a gun?

Or your bum?

 

How do you think I sit?

Is my finger covered

In something not too pleasant?

 

So you think I’m lazy!

You must be crazy.

I’ve worked off my socks

Yet I’m tied to the stocks.

 

We are ALL in this mess,

Yes it’s time to fess.

Too much wrong in this world:

Time our flag was unfurled.

 

To do nothing is bad,

From Rome to Riyadh.

Don’t want to feel sad:

We’d rather be glad

That we acted

Without being distracted.

 

So get that flipping finger out!

 

Paul Butters

How Dare You?



 

(Picture Credit - Angry Woman by Penny Maxwell)

 

How dare you treat me like this?

You must be taking the Mick.

Have you no respect to pay?

Will you just send me

On my way?

 

The problem’s Yours my friend.

With you I can’t contend.

You are just me, me, me.

You’ve left me totally free.

 

I’m better off alone,

With no-one in my zone.

 

You’re such a bigot and a snob

And nothing but a knob

Who fobs me off

With drivel

From your gob.

 

Your haughty arrogance makes me mad

As you are nothing but a cad.

Okay so you have all the power,

And over me you sure do tower.

But don’t be thinking that I’ll cower:

I glower waiting for my hour,

For my dog’s day

When You I shall devour!

 

Paul Butters