The time has come and our relationship is over
Our bed, our thoughts, our memories sat on it with our pup, Rover
Ten years is its limit according to the boffs
It had its positions with who was on top
But you cheated
Then Charlie bleated
That liar now on our mattress, his **** wrongly heated
We had our bounce
Ounce after ounce
Sweating, girating, that once **** flounce
But you have now left me in pain
Who's mark was that, now left a small brown stain
If propped up on the drive to washaway in the rain
So they have a thing called memory foam
If recorded lately it would just hear us row and ****** moan
From you snoring at a ghastly hour
To me just wishing and pleading
Bring back that love we lost
Thrown out with a taste
Now, oh so sour

JJB

Flying on a plane when we could just get out
The freedom
The thoughts
The now

Then popped up this covid that left us all stranded
The lockdowns
The furloughs
The doubts

When no planning was needed and our thoughts all exceeded
Before the no's
Before the woe's
Before the who goes?

Just to have that clasp of unfiltered freedom
To just plan
To just expand
To just not give a ****

To just not be still stuck right here in this Government ruled land,
Please never let it happen again,
This,

Trapped England

JJB

Whether black or blue, white or brown
We all find each other in these quirky little towns
Love is a thing of a thousand discussions
If your English, Irish, French or Russian
Language is but a barrier as long as you trust them
Supporting rival teams but still laugh at the same stuff on the telly
She cleans his boots, takes a sniff, although he's properly smelly
Then makes his favourite desert, mmm, ice cream and jelly
For we all have our differences, let just make it fit
No room on the sofa, let's laugh, chat, here's somewhere to sit
As we don't have enough time to hold such grudges,
tick-tock
tick-tock
Because, lets face it, we are all really, just odd socks.

JJB

What rhymes with Life?
Not a lot
Strife?
Knife?
Yes, and there it is
It stabs you
Dismembers you in time
Cuts you off from where you want to go in line
Every job I had was wrapped in slippery butter
Just couldnt hold on as I left with an obscene mutter
For I will always try and fail
As forever chasing my own tail
The label I will go by will always be a chancer,
For,
I am sorry my wife, my family, my friends
As I am seriously running out of good answers

JJB

:-(

We sat for 4 months alone
No friends
No family
Just Netflix and our mobile phones
We scattered around the serious subjects in life
Our jokes, our smiles, soon blended week after week
Until that river ran dry and fresh solace we did seek
For a couple can survive on meat and flinted stone
But without social company
It's hard to live
Together
Alone

JJB

You ponder tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes.

You sit back and think.

Hmm.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Always,

Pondering tomorrow



JJB

I know I'm no oil painting and punch above my weight
But God loves a trier, as in life we make our own fate
Because the mirror ain't my friend, avoiding my reflection
I seize up quick, I seize up fast, not wanting no attention
Though some seem to revel in being a good looker
Broken nose, bashed out teeth, years me playing that rugby ******
It sometimes works with a certain type, the rough and tumble man
Not clean cut Ken, sunbed skin, always topping up his fake tan
It's good to be a normal bloke, not caring for too much in this world
Just to wake up happy, change my daughters *****,
and be in love with my one and only girl.

JJB

If it all just ended now, I think I would be happy
Not stuck in some retirement home, surrounded by adult nappies
If I won the lottery, I'd be a real big spend winner 
Flash cars, piano bars, and no doubt a terrible sinner
If I went out fishing and didnt catch a single thing
I'd treat myself to cod and chips, just smiling at what couldve been
If I happened to be dating Claudia Schiffer or any supermodel
I'd wake up from my dream and order a blow up version from Yodel
If my cat spoke perfect English, I'm sure he'd swear like a sailor
He'd be in every film as the next best thing, I'd love to see the trailer
If,
If,
If,
Life is a daily grind of ifs and buts
As we crawl through our days with the bruises and cuts
Sometimes its good with an ending of lust
But until that day, it's knowing who and if we really can trust,

If.

JJB

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That depends on their vision and what drugs they sold you
Youve got a big nose
The size of a hose
But she still loves you and you're the one that she chose

Flowers make up for your imperfections
As they appear in lumpy homegrown sections
After years of built up unknown tension
It's in your eyes
Down to your thighs
But she carries on without you even having to try

We see the world in a different state
Ordering different foods all on different sized plates
Dating girls called Wendy to a transgender now called Kate
The size of His/Her hands
And the way She/He stands
If I got it right then did I actually offend?

So thats my take on the way we are going
New words to counteract as they are now just thrown in
Your Black/White/He/She but you're in the girls standing for a wee
But it is what it is
We all need a wizz
Life has changed depending on what we now see as strange

Perfection

JJB

Some are broke and some just crumble
A heated row from a misheard mumble
Fall from grace that fell into a stumble
Kissed the wrong sort that led to that fumble

Let's rebuild this bridge and let our waters again ripple
A bottle of plonk, possibly a Pinot Grigio
As differences can be rebuilt after a chat and a tipple

See, that's how bridges often burn
So let's get it out in the open,
and give at another turn

Broken Bridges

JJB

What came before, said no one clearly
An explosion of life, the big bang theory
A chasm of chaos, as out come the stars
Planets and black holes,
up pop Venus and Mars
Galaxies are formed in a matter not ever known by man
As they stretch into infinite and further if they can
Are we here all by chance,
or is there a higher, godlike power
Throwing out orders since the start of time, from its heavenly, overseeing tower
All we can do is wonder in time,
until that day we finally die
And to think,
if we really get told,
after we say,
our final,
goodbye

JJB

I didn't come here to ****** you into bed
I came here to pump you full of lead
Those six suckers lying there now dead on the street
Wouldn't have to be so if they'd jumped my final beat
For this little town sat here in the Idaho heat
Didn't need no trouble from these two cowboy feet
As I'll **** any mother with a price on their head
A loaded gun, tobacco gum and a pistol full of lead
I'll track you down, tie you up and only take mercy from the sun
And when that bounty is filled, I'll hand you over to the paying one
Cos' I aint no cowboy set on life down on the ranch
I'm a mean son of a gun dealt nothing but his stance
Making money the only way he know best
A ransom, a fee, brought back dead or alive
But mostly, with a bullet in their chest

JJB

They were around for maybe 100 thousand years
Killing beasts to survive with flint made into spears
Regurgitating themselves onto a higher plane each time
They claim to have had a God that lived above with light he did shine
And a son who some did meet from a book they seem to revel in
If you did not believe these truths then forever live in sin
From here they spread around the world to places far and wide
They believed in being together as husband with his bride
Churning up the natural land as their need grew ever stronger
Inventing things such as cars and planes and onto what they could ponder
This Earth's oils are now low from extract they had to filter
The bain of life they did not see now swallowing up all that aorta
Chaos and unforeseen destruction now the catalyst for mans end
For ****** the planet of its natural wealth is a price man must tend
As now it is a quiet sphere which bubbles at its own beauty
Seas and plants will kindly grow in a wealth of natural serenity
Vanished is the man that put this destruction into first gear
As the animals now live in world of motion no doubt in silent cheer

JJB

When you die, you leave behind two gravestones.
No.1. Your body and your bones.
No 2. The dreams you didn't put into practice and never did atone.
Don't be a dreamer.
Be a schemer and put those thoughts into throws.

JJB

Picking up the pieces of a talent now exhaled
Your nothing man
Come join the show
Living off those where you have always failed

Pinching most of their words
Into a flutter that can half fly
You take the fame
The glory
Their right stuff
Where in truth you never tried

For you are a fake, half baked
Let truth be told
You never learnt nothing
But to you that's a something
Where courage is your two faced plain bold

With no friends as that's your lot
Now down that last sorry shot
As you know who you are
And it's a stretch that's gone to far

Because its closing time at this selfish nameless bar

Always believe the truth

JJB

Reticent, but with a few tricks
He picked his pulls, all brain stored licks
Watching, with an eagle eyed gaze
Scaning the room, to pick his weekly feed through the haze
Cheekbones as sharp as a knife
A model looking man, he'd known all his life
Playing on his suave, deep set demeanor
The female would brood, some subtle, others much keener
But always watching, keeping just still
Some like him to swallow, for their need, an easy pill
Others devour any chance they can
But some just want the silent type,
yes him,

The Quiet Man

JJB