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THINKING IS OVERRATED

My wife believes in life after death,
Which of course is her prerogative.
As for me as a bullied kid,
I believe I'm already living it.

Think I'm living next door to a bee,
A real life little honey.
The missus and I have got it sussed,
She told her if needed give us a buzz.

There's nothing worse in life,
When reaching out to help.
Word's cut you like a knife,
Another stab in the back.

Rain in ones life is inevitable,
It falls sometimes hour by hour.
In everyone's life a little rain must fall,
Without it there couldn't be the flowers.

I often wonder not out of flattery,
If the sun shines out of his backside.
When does he find the time,
To change the batteries

With regards to my words I parry around,
Without even a conation of thought.
They seemingly drift into the ionosphere,
Sometimes without making a sound.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley