THE END IS NIGH

It would be good to have a reason
To stay alive from season to season.
Unfortunately, or maybe not,
Its all we have, life's all we've got.

So what do we tell our children?
And what do we tell their kids?
And what do we say to explain away
All the fucking shit that we did?

Oh! Sorry, we fucked the planet,
We were greedy, stupid and thick.
We thought it wouldn't matter,
That we could deal with it.

But it doesn't seem to be working
Everything is going wrong;
Earthquakes and volcanoes
From here to old Hong Kong.

There s every chance we've fucked it.
That there's nothing we can do,
So what do we get from the media?
They keep selling things to you.

We can see where it's going wrong, right?




(c) 2010 C.A. JONES

THE CAROLE ANNE JONES BLOG: The Trouble With Men

THE CAROLE ANNE JONES BLOG: The Trouble With Men

IT DOESN'T RHYME

Everything you're told,

Everything you learn,

All turns out to be lies,

Your ideals have to burn.

You know the things you wanted,

You know the things you need,

But 'form' declares its wishes

And hatred plants the seed.

So denial becomes common,

Until everyone believes,

That it is the way it ought to be

But its not true - is it?

It doesn't even rhyme...

Working Class Hero - John Lennon

JAMMIN 1 C.A. JONES

MEN.

People ask me, "Why don't you go out with men your own age?"
I reply, "They don't ask me..."
Its true. Its like trying to get blood out of a stone talking to men of my age. They live in a world long gone. I've met people I like of my own age, but they can't seem to deal with it.
So, what am I supposed to do? Be celibate? I don't think so.
I like men to be men, is there something wrong with that?
I don't like having all these girly-boy bands pushed on me. I don't like pretty, I like handsome. A man should look like a man not a girl. I'm not a lesbian so I don't find girly-boys attractive.
I like rugged men with eyes that melt my knees. Anything wrong with that? No.
So... Any offers?

Improving a cheap pizza and thereby making it do two meals.