Warning: Bad language and lots of rambling through out.
That’s right Guys and Gals, I apologise now but I am in a right two and eight at the moment. I’m on a roller coaster ride that I’m struggling to get off and I fucking hate roller coasters. Why; you might ask, probably cos I fear for my life; I would answer. To prove my point, there’s been a few break downs over here with some dire consequences.
If you’ve read my two previous posts you may well have felt the bad vibe radiating off them, like uranium rods from Mr Burns’ Nuclear Plant. Well this one is the high on my roller coaster ride and when I say high I mean screaming like a little girl to let me off.
I didn’t want to write anything lately (again) feeling the way I do. I felt guilty about the fact that my moods, my manic fucking monkey banging around in my head are probably as severe as being hit by shit off a fan. You may stink for a while but it ain’t life or death.
Thanks to a conversation I had with a friend today, I’ve straighten my twisted mind and decided to go all out. So this one, third time to charm, is a poem I wrote a couple of years back. I revised it and posted it last year but this is the original uncut version. I’m hoping this purge will calm me down a bit.
Get Up
Get up off your ass
It’s time to fight
Fight for your fucking right
Be who you want, show your might
Get up off your ass
It’s time to fight
Fight for your belief
No matter what, don’t bury your grief
Get up off your ass
It’s time to fight
Fight when you’re down
Get the fuck up, don’t be their clown
Get up off your ass
It’s time to fight
Fight for every breath
Your lungs will burn but no time for death
Get up off your ass
It’s time to fight
Fight for your life
And however you want to live it
Step back and relax
The fight is done
You’ve won
YOU FUCKING WON!
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