Weakened For the week ahead Weekend For the weak, a bed

See Open your eyes Not your cynical mouth There is beauty under your nose In a smile of a child There is inspiration In the determination of the frowned upon There is love In the eyes of the young And if you look, if you really look. There is happiness

A Sudden Beauty I saw you today On the platform there You caught my eye And you took it from me. But I hated myself Because you adjusted your dress As if you thought you didn't like what I saw. And I wanted to scream You are beautiful My eyes are not just any eyes I don't see you in magazines, in late night shows or dirty movies I thought, I think, see you

Rhyme Crimes It seems my #life has been overtaken, By a force so strong it's left me shaken I'm not talking fear or love this time, But an unsettling urge to make everything rhyme I can't even take a bloody shower, Without thinking of towers or flower power And when I should be hard at work, I'm thinking of rhymes for Michael Burke And should I go down to the shops I buy lamb chops or coco pops And I'm severely lacking in vitamin C Because I can't go near an orange. Do you see? I even crossed the road yesterday, When I saw my girlfriend coming the other way I really love her but it's such a shame, I can't think of a good rhyme for her name So with Susan Silver I must break off And start romancing Anna Birkoff It's not her looks to which I'm attracted, It's that I can have sex without being distracted So thanks a bunch dear Opuss app My rhyme's improved but my #life's turned crap. J

Commutinism Kiss the wife and baby, Grab a flask of tea, Make sure you're out the door by 73 At the station you stand by the vending machine. In line with third carriage, first doors of the 7:14 Turn left, grab that seat, too slow grandma, Sit down and make yourself look bigger than you are An elbow edges your way, yours edges that. Oh, taken a sip of tea? You lose twat Trains wait outside the station like petulant boys The apologetic crackle does nothing but annoy You sigh as you realise you are no longer on time. And you listen as your watch turns 89 People walk through each other like corporate ghosts, An melee of zombies powered by toast You really need to feel like you actually exist But all you can feel is the rise of red mist At the turnstiles, a tourist fumbles for their ticket Get your arse out the way or someone's gonna kick it. You merge into the tube, a seething mass of hate. Just wanting to move by 8:38 You stand in peoples way to give yourself more space, Making sure your back is turned so they can't see your face. Everywhere averted eyes and shuffling feat. You aren't people, just unavailable seats Get to work and relax, try to conserve your energy. You are going to need every bit of it for the 63