Work Junkies
I want inspiration not salvation, so don’t come around here in drag, smile without teeth or frown like I am no-one, typical I just disappeared again, too friendly by half perhaps not mysterious enough or just an open book, Tired – Beaten – Beating – Losing – Crawling – Hating more to wastage than time, Leaching away the hours till I get home to my wife! The dark hours follow:
He sports a shock of white dust on his desk as he tries to act the innocent, but is managing a crisis badly, educated beyond degrees, he will chance it all for his fix, how can society give responsible jobs to junkies? Are we all blind?

A message of sorts
And now as the darkness surrounds me, I feel lucky to remember my A-B-C’S, So lucky that you got a piece of me my angel valentine, To rot away so far from you is not my kind of living, But at least the money keeps what wolves are still un-extinct away.
Fin
Smelly
Relax your with friends cant you tell? Their the ones who ignore you because you smell, But its hard when the temperature sours over 72, Sometimes we all ‘glow’ too much.

Fin Azzinrho at www.youtube.com

Time if time be 4 itself, The market will decide,
All can be forfeit, if you cannot see the light,
Some revolution, some “Time 2 play”,
Can you remember a time before birth?
Perhaps a vision of nothing,
Exclaim then you can shout and scream,
For nothing will be before you.