My body is a flaming mess,
It goes in weird places and I can’t control it,
Arms are in the air and head is nodding,
Tongue is hanging out with saliva dripping off the chin.
My body has hands like an octopus.
My voice is loud and obnoxious,
It yells strange noises that drive people crazy, especially my mum,
It echoes in the night and drives the cat and dog outside for peace and tranquillity,
My voice pierces ear drums.
My sex is weird and wild,
It has burning desires of lust and danger,
It blows out of control like a volcano.
My bones creek and grind like a piece of machinery,
They move in different directions that succumb to ridiculous.
My heart weeps like a flowing stream of water.
I tap away at letters forming words.
They are very busy and say strange things.
The words are my voice and the images say amazing words.
Like sounds of silence they appear as my voice.
My feeling of gratitude is high and appreciative.
Bloody voices of some people are droning and annoying.
The fingers are my voice and that’s good enough for me.
We are the amazing people of words with fingers.
It is astonishing how our minds work.
I miss not being able to drive.
I miss my voice.
I miss you Mum when you are away on holidays.
I miss not getting drunk and visiting women.
I wish I could get drunk and lose my mind in fun and frivolity
And go crazy mad with laughter.
I would like to do all this with ladies around me.
It really would be a silly thing to do as I have respect for women and mankind.
I think having a few drinks and laughter with the opposite sex would be enough for this old boy.
The feeling of freedom on the mind is lost when I’m not drunk.
I also miss the headaches and getting venereal diseases.
I have become a respected person in society with no venereal diseases and no headaches.
