Swans and Ducks...

Once again I'm in bits, sleep tonight, tomorrow lift my lids

drag myself out of yesterdays bed, deal with things as best I can, raise a smile and lift my head-

-Head for the sunshine, umbrella for the rain

sad thing is as skies do piss, left ones shelter home again.

No worries, no need, it may be wet indeed

ne'er wet enough for me to crack, water falls from this ducks back.

The ducks is laden, soaked this time, limps along with fractured mind

Out in the pond, lonesome duck, quacks for all who give a fuck

There's no reward for selfless deeds, the world shall have one on ones knees

But wilful ducks shall nay submit, they're not the ducks to trifle with.

For ducks with minds can nay be blind, to spin and spoof and words unkind

They see the water, turning tides, whilst swans they waltz so proud and blind.

The swan it swims and glows with pride whilst ducks they do their best to hide

Keep their heads down, necks wound in, no will to show the wounds within

For swans will sense the scent of blood, feast on envy lacking love

they shall not build they shall destroy, another's pain is this swans toy...


too tiered to finish, see you tomorrow

Hasta mañana my old friend sorrow...