I met a stupid man today
Full of ego and pride
I tried to avoid him but
He wouldn’t leave my side
He kept staring back at me
With a curious look
Like I was some petty thief
A demon or a crook
I asked him the reason why
But he just wouldn’t say
He asked me the same thing
It continued all day
Then he began arguing
Shouting at me
So I screamed back at him
With no mercy
The argument came to a point
Things went out of place
Things soon became heated
I punched him in the face
It only hurt my knuckles
It’s still bleeding a lot
He was too sharp for me
I hit the wrong spot
I won’t be seeing him again
No stupidity anymore
I’d buy myself a new mirror
Old lays broken on the floor

Show me love, show me love
That’s what I told my love
She looked up at the skies above
She’s saving it for a rainy day
…
Be with me, stay with me
Without her I feel lonely
But she doesn’t quite agree
She’s saving love for a rainy day
…
When it’s winter, when it’s spring
Love me for everything
But she doesn’t hear Monsoon sing
So she’s saving all her love
…
Now it has begun to rain
I told her not to abstain
Show me all her lovin’ again
But she didn’t show me love
…
Now I don’t know what to say
She said she didn’t mean it that way
She isn’t literally in any way
Saving her love for a rainy day
…
I wonder if she’ll ever show me
How her love was saved for me
If it will ever come my way
She’s saving love for a rainy day

Well I hate the weekends
Just nothing to do
I keep myself so busy
By drawing a tattoo
I wish I was at work
With a dozen files
That is the only thing
That fills my face with smiles
I wish I was at work
With my colleagues and boss
When they are around
I never feel so lost
But here I am sitting
Wasting a day of my life
With my books, songs, cars
With my children and wife
Saturday comes too early
There’s just nothing to do
No place left on my body
To draw a new tattoo

A lifetime I would wait for her
Of that I was willing
Now she’s stood me for hours
The wait’s quite killing
I promised I would bring to her
The moon and everything
She said she didn’t want much
Except a diamond ring
A lot of other promises
I had falsely made
She punched me in my right eye
The price is being paid
So all you young girls
And all you young boys
Don’t play with those words of yours
Unlike your little toys
You’d end up just like me
Full of racking scars
On a bright day of January
You’d be seeing stars

Weekend had just started
Sunday’s already arrived
Saturday lost the war again
It never has survived
How I wish that Saturday
Was forty eight hours long
Or may be even seventy two
Or even a yearlong
Now here I see my Sunday
Going up in smoke
Tomorrow it is Monday
That is not a joke
Now here I spend my Sunday
Worrying about next week
Tension’s already mounting
Prospects all look bleak
Now there’s only one way
To help me cheer my mood
Tell me if your weekend
Is going really good

I kept all the worries in my pocket
But they kept popping out
Like the corns that go a-popping
They kept a-popping about
Before they found another pocket
I hunted them popping in vain
But all the while they kept a-popping
Oh the popping was a pain
The more I tried the more they popped
No stopping to their popping
All the worries out they dropped
All hopping and a-flopping
So I quit the racing, chasing
Found myself some work
All the popping worries figured
They were popping out of luck
The popping worries they kept a-popping
But I didn’t pay no heed
The popping worries’ morale kept dropping
But I didn’t hear no plead
Next day when I checked my pockets
There they were inside
This time there was no popping
All the popping now had died

I have a slight concern
My belly’s getting big
It is quite similar
To that of a pig
My kids don’t have a problem
They don’t like me lean
They love to use my belly
As a trampoline
But my wife has a problem
Yes my wife Kelly
She finds me quite ugly
With a round belly
So I need to train hard
To reduce my belly fat
Get back in proper shape
And keep my tummy flat

Oh my dear darling
I’m indebted to you
I feel so beautiful
Each time I look at you
…
To treasure little joys
That is what I’ve learned
Ever since I’ve met you
Bigger joys haven’t come
…
I used to be so stupid
Foolish and dumb
Now I’m a philosopher
Writing wise poems
…
Your presence has changed me
Turned around my life
So this is a poem
To my wonderful wife

I wotre a suptid pertoy
So, an agenl csat a slpel on me
Now wnveeher I pcik up a pen
I wno’t be albe to slepl aagin
Ploepe lgauh rianedg waht I wrtie
Tehy tnhik I lsot my haed oegnrviht
It is aonnniyg, I msut amidt
I fial to see the fnnuy sdie of it

I’m trying to write a poem
But words are off the track
I’m running around after them
But they aren’t coming back
They’re all over the house
But on this blank page
Jumping bouncing everywhere
To avoid the dreaded cage
I won’t be able to write again
They’re a nuisance, a maniac
I’d have to find a new job
Oh wait they’re coming back