poems, quotes, short shorts
There’s no place for any one in this rat race
Please, thank you, put a smile on your face
Repress your soul without any trace
Don’t be yourself, what a disgrace
Struggle every day to make ends meet
Keep the line going, don’t miss a beat
For your rights are down another street
Along with self respect and your own two feet
Better be here, better be there on time
Or you’ll be walking a fine fire line
Give them your life in your prime
And they’ll retire you before you decline
Be creative there as much as you can
For someone else with your reward will have ran
I beg you to change, there is no strict plan
Just be your true self, every woman, every man.
Andrew Mansell 22/7/2006
To be perfect is to be imperfect.
Andrew Mansell, sometime in 2007.
As the dark clouds descended
The autumn leaves pretended
That they would somehow survive
Till the warm blue sky arrived
Sure some will be collected
Possibly even protected
Others will be turned
In fires to be burned
Most will be replaced
Lost without a trace
To fade away and decay
Empty branches left to sway
Will you take your chance?
Amongst autumn leaves to dance.
28/07/2006 Andrew Mansell
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