Friday 9 July 2021

Riding High in April Shot Down in July













I’ve learned that all the fame, notoriety, and money in the world is meaningless.
TV and Twitter, Your Honor, mean nothing.
Everyone wants to ride in the limo with you, but few want to ride with you on the bus.
If we are to understand "bus" metaphorically as "two-and-a-half-year prison sentence", then yes, I'd rather be a solid citizen literally waiting twenty minutes at Shepherd's Bush Bus Station for the 316 to Quex Road than a crook lawyer looking at a deuce and a half in chokey.
 
TV and Twitter mean nothing? Who'd'a'thunkit?

Just for the lulz...
 

Saturday 3 July 2021

Interlude

















A l'appetit d'une putain
Fault-il que je mette dehors
Ce qui me doibt nourrir le corps
Pour ung trou qui n'est jamais plain?

Je tien celuy bien inhumain
Qui pour telz faitz fait ces effors
A l'appetit d'une putain.

Pour quoy je concluz pour certain
Que par telz tours puans et ors
Il se rend du nombre des mors
Que veult continuer ce train
A l'appetit d'une putain.