A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
That place devoid
Of propriety or
decorum
I thought, should I
engage?
Or keep well clear
Of the pit of vipers
And the poisonous
atmosphere
A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
I had a premonition
Of what was to come
So I decided the means
Didn’t justify the ends
So I went to the pub
To meet up with friends
From the playground
To the workplace
From the street
To cyber space
Anyone who is
different
Standing out in a
crowd
Is targeted, because
Difference isn’t
allowed
Its tribal I suppose
Or an animal instinct
maybe
The bullies do
Hunt in packs
certainly
The perpetrators
As far as I can see
Are basically driven
By their own
Insecurities
Victims of the spite
Have suffered across
time
For being themselves
That’s their only crime
Life is too short to wake up
In the morning with
regret,
So, I think not waking
up until
The only difference between
A guard dog and mummy
Is that the guard dog will
In the 1970’s I was big into
Keyboards and
synthesizers
I like Wakeman, and
Emerson
In fact I was a moog
sympathizer
Have you ever had?
The kind of day
That almost drove you
insane
When you wish
You’d done it
differently
But your wishing is in
vain
If only we could press
“Ctrl Alt Delete”
And start the day
again
Baby dear, good night, good night,
Doggie lies in slumbers deep;
Hush-a-bye, my treasure bright,
Pussy, too, is fast asleep.
So, the question I must make
Is why are you still wide awake?
