This Existence Is So Playground,
Then Life Is So School-Yard.
We All Strive To Be One Up On Someone Or Something.
When We Just Really Shouldn't Be Caring.
If You Play The Jester, You're Going To Get Laughed At.
I May Be Known As Ditzy And Blonde.
No One Would Know I'm Clued Up Like Bond.
I Know What's Going On, I Take It All In.
I Don't Just Think Things Out On A Whim.
Glitter And Shoes Is What I Will Choose,
Those Are The Things I Never Will Lose.
Don't Go, You're My Ticket Out Of Here.
Men And Friends Will Leave Me,
Shoes Can't Leave Without Me.
I Repeat Myself Just As Time Does.
The Trends, The Time, The Tides.
But Then Again,
'Time And Tide Wait For No Man.'
Or Me, I Guess.
Have You Ever Over Thought A Game Of Bingo?I May Be Known As Ditzy And Blonde.
No One Would Know I'm Clued Up Like Bond.
I Know What's Going On, I Take It All In.
I Don't Just Think Things Out On A Whim.
Glitter And Shoes Is What I Will Choose,
Those Are The Things I Never Will Lose.
Don't Go, You're My Ticket Out Of Here.
Men And Friends Will Leave Me,
Shoes Can't Leave Without Me.
I Repeat Myself Just As Time Does.
The Trends, The Time, The Tides.
But Then Again,
'Time And Tide Wait For No Man.'
Or Me, I Guess.
I Have.
From The Meaningful 'Lucky' Ticket I Keep In My Purse,
To Thinking Up Strange And Wonderful Numerical Combinations As The Numbers Are Called.
The Thing Is,
Whatever Number Is Called I Guess It's Always One That Someone Wants.
Not One Goes Unwanted.
I Like The Patterns Left By Empty Boxes Within Boxes.
The Satisfaction When Your Dabber Makes The Perfect Mark.
None Of This Represents Different Meanings,
I Guess I Just Really Love Bingo.
I Like The Characters.
Reg Who Holds The Door Open,
In His Sunday Best Ready For Early Flyers At 1pm.
Or The Oldest Best Friends That Arrive, Sit And Leave Together.
With Their Happy Painted Faces And Novelty Knits.
The Callers Themselves,
That Each Have A Different Way Of Calling.
I Love But Hate Those Dreams That Are So Good The Feel Like A Hot Shower On A Cold Day.
Then You Wake Up To The Bitter Reality That Is A Damp Towel And A Bathroom With No Heating That Is 'The Real World.'
I Love How In The Bath I Had So Many Ideas Running Through My Head For What To Write Down.
Then Sat Here With My Hair Dripping Down My Back,
It's All Gone.
So My Secret Is Out.
And I Am In Limbo.
Control Is A Funny Old Thing.
Who Must Have It And Who Thinks They Have It,
Then There's Those Who Deny Using It But Are Oblivious To The Fact That Using That Control On Others, Is In Fact Controlling Them.
Who Dictates Who Controls Who.
Who Is Victimised For Doing What They Want.
I Hope It Makes Those Happy That Just Because It Wasn't Run Past You First,
You Get To Throw Your Toys Out Of Your Pram.
Because It Is In Fact, Childish.
Yes I'm Ranting, But This Is My Canvas.
So When You Judge Me, Remember To Be Perfect In Every Way Yourself First.
I Wouldn't Talk About It If I Didn't Care.
As Much As It Pisses Me Off To Say I Do.
But Considering It's Taken Me This Short Amount Of Time To Realise Nothings Different.
I Therefore Feel Quite Abit At Peace.
Until The Next Scandal I Suppose.
There Will Be Another Of Course,
I Do Hate To Dissapoint An Audience.
Even If It Is Meaningless Gossip And Sharp Rumours.
It Keeps Those Bitter Tongues At Bay Until Their Own Dark Stories Are Revealed,
So They Too Then Get To Play The Game Of 'Friend Or Foe'.
I Could Run My Mouth With The Best Of Them.
But For Me The Best Is The Observing, The People Watching.
The Serpants And The Sinners.
The Rumours And The Ringleaders.
Be Careful What Fiction You Create.
Because I Know Truths That Were For Sure Thought Were Secret.
But This Becomes My Headache, Where These Knowings Rattle Around.
With My Mouth Closed Tight, So Not To Make A Scene.
We All Need A Little 'Me Against The World Moment' Now And Then.
But Mine Isn't That Extreme.
I Have More Than I Deserve.
More Diamonds Than Coal.
I'm Missing Out? Negative.
I've Gained A Brand New Sparkly Necklace Full Of Gems. xXx
I Love But Hate Those Dreams That Are So Good The Feel Like A Hot Shower On A Cold Day.
Then You Wake Up To The Bitter Reality That Is A Damp Towel And A Bathroom With No Heating That Is 'The Real World.'
I Love How In The Bath I Had So Many Ideas Running Through My Head For What To Write Down.
Then Sat Here With My Hair Dripping Down My Back,
It's All Gone.
So My Secret Is Out.
And I Am In Limbo.
Control Is A Funny Old Thing.
Who Must Have It And Who Thinks They Have It,
Then There's Those Who Deny Using It But Are Oblivious To The Fact That Using That Control On Others, Is In Fact Controlling Them.
Who Dictates Who Controls Who.
Who Is Victimised For Doing What They Want.
I Hope It Makes Those Happy That Just Because It Wasn't Run Past You First,
You Get To Throw Your Toys Out Of Your Pram.
Because It Is In Fact, Childish.
Yes I'm Ranting, But This Is My Canvas.
So When You Judge Me, Remember To Be Perfect In Every Way Yourself First.
I Wouldn't Talk About It If I Didn't Care.
As Much As It Pisses Me Off To Say I Do.
But Considering It's Taken Me This Short Amount Of Time To Realise Nothings Different.
I Therefore Feel Quite Abit At Peace.
Until The Next Scandal I Suppose.
There Will Be Another Of Course,
I Do Hate To Dissapoint An Audience.
Even If It Is Meaningless Gossip And Sharp Rumours.
It Keeps Those Bitter Tongues At Bay Until Their Own Dark Stories Are Revealed,
So They Too Then Get To Play The Game Of 'Friend Or Foe'.
I Could Run My Mouth With The Best Of Them.
But For Me The Best Is The Observing, The People Watching.
The Serpants And The Sinners.
The Rumours And The Ringleaders.
Be Careful What Fiction You Create.
Because I Know Truths That Were For Sure Thought Were Secret.
But This Becomes My Headache, Where These Knowings Rattle Around.
With My Mouth Closed Tight, So Not To Make A Scene.
We All Need A Little 'Me Against The World Moment' Now And Then.
But Mine Isn't That Extreme.
I Have More Than I Deserve.
More Diamonds Than Coal.
I'm Missing Out? Negative.
I've Gained A Brand New Sparkly Necklace Full Of Gems. xXx
