A bad reputation…

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I’m tarred with a familiar brush,

the gossip mill runs riot.

My history isn’t in the past,

backstabbing isn’t quiet.

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Word on the street…

Why doe’s it matter what they say?

They only know the rumour’s.

A reputation bought and sold,

by gossiping consumers

They have no clue of who I am,

defamation is their game.

 

It shouldn’t matter what they say…

But it hurts, all the same.

 

 

Grey days…

A long ago friend

who went right off the rail

made a few bad decisions

and wound up in jail.

Years have gone by

since we had any ties,

tonight the phone rang

with a delightful surprise.

Hes earned back his freedom

by serving his time

By far alot wiser

about dancing with crime.

I look forward to a visit

from my long ago mate,

We’ll reminisce on the old days

I can’t bloody wait.

 

 

 

 

Word to the wise…

Pet hate:  

Rudeness.

No-one has the right to talk down to others.

Pull your head in and remember:

Only a fool upsets the person who is serving their food.

Santa Flaws…

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Christmas equals stress for some

“I want, I want” sucks all the fun

Impossible to please each one

Spent all your cash, now left with none

The price of making Santa come

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum…

Rumours…

He said, she said.

They have lots to say

Commentating my life

In a despicable way.

The facts aren’t important

when spreading a tale

The more drama the better

Juicy telling’s never stale.

My life sounds amazing

Wild antics galore

The grapevine will tell you

what I said, did,

and more.

I sit back and laugh

when I hear what I do.

I’d rather be living

 

than sit talking of you.