Must you torment me?

Must you torment me,

tease and annoy?

You’re so irritating.

Stop it now please!


What is the pleasure

my torment gives you?

You know I don’t like it.

Stop it now do!


Leave me alone

Cut it out please

Its not very nice

To constantly tease.



via Torment


Circuitous, roundabout

Not straight to the point.

You kind of get there in the end

But by a tortuous route.


I’m not sure how ŵe got here

Or quite the route we came

We kind of made it in the end

Via your circuitous route.


I guess it’s the arrival

And getting here that counts

But how we got here I’m not sure

Circuitous the route.



via Circuitous


They called him parsimonious,

Miserly and mean

But didn’t know the life he’d led

The lean times that he’d seen.


The hard times made him careful

And canny with his cash

He’d rather money in the bank

Than spending that was rash.


You couldn’t call him generous

He’d rather keep his cash

But was he such a bad man

Or just shaped by his past?








Insidious, undermining

Sapping your morale.

You may not see it coming

But it lurks there all the while.

Insidious, unspoken

The elephant in the room

There’s no way to confront it

But it scrapes away at you.

You may not see the problem

Or where it’s coming from

But it attacks the very fabric

The core of who you are.

If only it would surface

Be named for what it is.

Insidious, undermining

That’s the way it is.

via Insidious

No doubt of his rectitude

No doubt of his rectitude

An honest, upright man.

He’d always do what he thought right

Refrain from doing wrong.

No doubt that he was righteous

A stickler for the rules

But compassion for us weaker folk?

Some thought he was cruel.

He’d never ever waver

Or give a guy a break

Some times being perfect

Is hard for folk to take.

via Rectitude

Guess that was its genesis

Guess that was its genesis

The place where the whole thing began.

You took a bite of the apple

Then things kind of got out of hand.


Back then we only had good times

We’d do pretty much as we chose

But you wanted a slice of the apple

And that was the start of our woes.


Up to then it had all been so perfect

Those good times are hard to forget

But the glorious vision of Eden

Is obscured now by tears of regret.


I dream of a day we’ll get back there

And things will be perfect again

Meanwhile there’s just toil and hardship

And all of our troubles remain.












via Genesis

Must you be so strident?

Must you be so strident

So forceful with your views?

Any chance you’ll hesitate?

Why so short a fuse?!!


Someone pressed your button

I find you have a few!

You’re not short of opinions

React so to the news.


Can’t you reign it in a bit

Think before you speak?

Sounding off the way you do

Will only bring you grief.


It doesn’t get your point across

Passion’s not enough

They’re not hearing what you say

Your tone has put them off.