There is a weapon that becomes sharper
That is to say that it becomes even keener
Cutting even sharper the more it is used
Is it clear to you or are you still confused?
There can be only one answer in this life
There is a weapon that becomes sharper
That is to say that it becomes even keener
Cutting even sharper the more it is used
Is it clear to you or are you still confused?
There can be only one answer in this life
I saved up for ages and I was going to have a face-lift
I
was going to treat myself it was to be a sort of gift
It
was when the day drew close doubts grew to suffice
I
was in the doctor’s office and was put off to be precise
The
thing I was most concerned about was his decor
He
had artwork on every wall and even on the door
They
were all out of perspective and looked askew
And
I had a question about them if not one or two
Until
I knew the answer the treatment, I would forgo
Were
they sample of his work or portraits by Picaso?
My mother has time on her hands
Now
that she’s buried three husbands
But
the thing that’s quite worrying
Is
two of them were only napping
When your married or in relationships
And
you go out and order fish and chips
You
notice what other men have ordered
I was driving my wife’s car the other day
And
someone cut me up while on my way
The
problem is that things are less familiar
Switches
are different to my own little car
I
went to sound the horn at the car ahead
And
then the windscreen washers squirted
With
trickling water obscuring my vision
I
reflected on the wisdom of my decision
I
shouted at him in defiance like you do
“Bastard,
now let that be a lesson to you”
There is knowledge I need to know
Which
will give me the status of a king
For
example, why do the words, flammable
And
inflammable mean the same thing
On an outing to our local shopping mall
I
couldn’t find Mrs. Oliver there at all
She
was a poor old woman in my care
And
I couldn’t find the woman anywhere
I
stood and thought hard about my task
And
decided to go to information and ask
At
the information desk Maureen sat
I
wasn’t very hopeful I would say that
Though
she didn’t look at all informing
I
still told her that I had lost something
Blandly
she said, “was it an umbrella”?
I
told her the true nature of my dilemma
“Oh,
what’s she like”? The woman said
Coffee
and cake maybe a Danish instead
No
what does she look like is what I mean
I
laughed but the joke was lost on Maureen
“There’s
a new coffee shop she may have tried”
“That’s
a very good idea” I promptly replied
I
gave her my thanks and I was on my way
“They
have a distinctive smell don’t they”
“What
coffee shops? Yes, they do I suppose”
“No
old people” she said holding her nose