Girls, Pubs, and Kebabs

Girls, Pubs, and Kebabs

In a world without you, I’d be left
Looking at a blank expanse
Wishing that I’d excepted, my own motility,
And not put on my god head, forever only me,
The pinnacle of existence, abandoned on his throne
With no one to lord it over
Left………..

With a world devoid of humans, that natures taken back
Living like Ray Mears, with out……..

Girls, pubs and kebabs
I’m the god of…………..

My life wasn’t perfect, put together wrong,
Always wanted better, bored dissatisfied
Infinity repeating, with ever thinning hair
A waste of fucking air space.
Then you came and rocked,
My rubbish pea green boat
Just 2p and a £5 note
A joke………..

It’s a shame you weren’t here sooner,
To save a man condemned to fate,
A commercial in Eastenders, side stepping misery
Colour in a Bogart picture, a rose without the thorns
A safe place, to get my groove on.
Now left……..
A Tarzan without Jane
Just a casualty of a world that fucked it’s self.
I wish I’d never seen it coming.
Now I’m a god…………
Of Me.

© Alex Kyriacou, Friday, 20 November 2009