Growing Like Bacteria
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
This-a-way lies heaven, and that-a-way lies hell
Pity I cannot travel both 'cause that would sure be swell
Another culmination, what fate it did forebode?
Another scooping job, a spoon stuck in the dirt
I'll dig myself a grave, and maybe find my peace
And then perhaps on life, I'll get a second lease
Another stabbing wound, a gushing bloody spurt
Another sipping chore, a straw stuck in a pond
Well at least it's better than a pint of Shepherd Neame
The very word, I'll have you know, just makes me want to beam
Another mis-spent youth, a supposed manly bond
Another boring day, a life stuck in a rut
Perhaps it's time to make a break, and get away from here
Perhaps we'll find a pub that sells another kind of beer
Another all-night sesh, and lock-in when they shut
Contributors: | Big Andy, N, F, Grayman, Beefy, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 25th November 2003 by Anon.. |