GREAT EXPECTATIONS AND GREAT DISAPPOINTMENTS

GREAT EXPECTATIONS AND GREAT DISAPPOINTMENTS

There is nothing more to say....

It defines my life

It defines my whole existence

What a shock.....

What dreams?

What nightmares?

Getting worse every day

What were the thoughts?

What"s the result

So sad

Talent wasted

Completely wasted.

If I was T.S ELIOT

i WILL WRITE THE POEM, WASTELAND

But its already written and by a great master

And that is my life

That turned out to be my life

WASTELAND

WASTELAND IN EVERY WHICH WAY

COMING UP HEADACHE

COMING UP HEADACHE

Why must it be a headache?

Because it is

The people involved

The people not involved

Money ?

What money?

Assistant?

What assistant

Public?

What?

Regard?

You must be kidding me

Respect?

What an old fashion word

Profession?

You make me laugh

So?

So what?

Should the headache be avoided?

Then it won't be called a headache

But can it be avoided?

Would like to but don't know how

Not dealing with the up coming headache is another headache

Headache all the way

An un-ending flight to the upcoming headaches…...

WHERE IS MY NEW FRIDGE

  WHERE IS MY FRIDGE?

They said, 'They are coming at 8AM

Thats what they said

'What time is it now?"

'12 o clock."

"Wow"

They said,"They are coming at 8AM"

Thats what they said

"Wow"  

People just say things

They just say things

They don't mean any thing

They just say things

Don't wait for no body

Even for a king

'But I am waiting for my fridge

Forget about it

Forget about the fridge

Forget about people

Forget about everything