F***book

Everyday I see
a new picture with commentary

Looking hot, what's up with you
that's all they say, that's all they do

F***book has become the place to
show the new haircut and the tattoo

People actually care
to waste their breath...swear!

I'm free but you got a job to do
so leave now and be gone you

No I don't want to chat
and I don't care about you new flat

Don't be my friend in e-space
get out of my face

Your drunken pictures are testimony
of your well known stupidity

You put up the information for me
when all I do is laugh at you silly

Get a life, just leave mine
fb is such a waste of time

****
Haven't hit the nail on my anger against the idiocy called fb, but reached close..

I'm on vacation..

I'm on a vacation
no f words, a's or b's.

The throat is meant for other things I learn
to gulp down more and more

food I meant
or orange juice.

No mention of how hot he looked
or how he moved so well

coz no movies
or late night chatting.

Plunging necklines have come up higher
and the hair is still tied

it's not right to be
however you want to be.

I'm on a vacation to get to size zero
I hide the butter and refuse the coke

coz at some point
the necklines will slip again.

And the swearing might also start again
when I won't be on vacation..

****
;) ;)

The big girl's diary of solutions?

Salvation from : weight? Starve?

imperfection? Foundation?

a boy? Shopping?

sucky job? Pub?

loneliness? Internet?

puffy eyes? Sunglasses?
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Salvation?

Then new room

The new room orders, expects and delivers.
The memories are lacking and the mattress less inviting.
Pink is the colour of the day and the night.
The room hasn't found its soul yet.
It was made by the will of others to suit the taste of the owner.
It has a writer's block.
The new room is still just a room.