His Eulogy

This came from the morning after a panic attack on the night of a bad day.

His Eulogy

After a life of blatant narcissism, thankfully he passed away when he took his own self-obsessed life. He leaves behind his relieved wife after a long suffering marriage and two children: each having differing perspectives about their relationship or lack thereof of their promise breaking, over powering, fat bastard of a father.

He hasn’t left behind a big family, only his Mother, Sister and Nephew. Thankfully for them, of course, they never saw him very much. He always declared to be there, they were lucky to get a phone call once in a while. Oops sorry, that should say, they tried phoning him to only get his ‘humorous’ message service; so he thought. The rest of his family are now either dead or forgotten.

He too is quickly forgotten by friends who were sick and tired of his arrogance, self-pity and false promises. He let them down so many times that they couldn’t be bothered to turn up today to his funeral. After all, he made so many excuses to why he couldn’t see them, why would anyone expect them to come along. Unfortunately they will be missing out on a free bar later to celebrate, I mean,  commiserate his passing.

I’ve been asked not to mention his employers; they’ve already moved on and replaced his fat whinging ass.

My last thought of him; what a Twat. No wonder he didn’t pass his exams at school, he couldn’t even spell the word Mosh right.

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I’m not sure how to present this one to you. I know I’m sounding like another broken record that needs changing. A year on and I’m still therapeutically rambling on about how I feel and how things affect me.

I tell myself not to write this way, prattling on about an illness that, like me, so many other people suffer from in differing degrees. Unfortunately, I say it like I see it, I write it like I feel it and for right now it feels like stuff is changing so quickly, I don’t want to lose my grip on… Stuff.

Then again, maybe I should; just let go.

Oh well, c’est la vie.


Who am I?

Where am I?

Just a wanna be

Trying to be


Earning money

From politics

I don’t understand

Or even care about


I’ve become a nobody

Moaning and groaning

Too old to try

Too old to care


Huh, lost my hair

My dreams now

Histories Jokes

Laughed at and forgotten


My future unclear

A genetic fear

My present, not the gift

I hoped to live up to


Maybe my time has come

To quit… Again

And let my demons

Take the reigns


I’m tired, let them win

And I’ll resign

To whatever outcome

Whatever destination


They have prepared for me

Laid before me

Take what has

Become of me


The shadow of the person

I wanted to be

Thought I’d be

But turned out you see




Copyright © JRFC January 2019

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