Making a meal of it

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Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY

MAKING A MEAL OF IT

I’ve chips on my shoulder and I’m fishing for compliments

In a stream of consciousness and emotional incontinence.

I’ve stewed in my own juices and I’m making a meal of it

The wit flows like gravy and the words spill like beans

You can’t sing the blues, If you don’t eat your greens.

The milk of human kindness has now turned to cheese

I’m guarding my sauces while I queue for the peas.

I’ve stewed in my own juices and I’m making a meal of it

I’m chewing it over and spitting it out

The jam of self–pity on the bread of self-doubt

My glass is half empty your plate is half full

The biscuits have been taken and the crackers been pulled.

I’ve stewed in my own juices and I’m making a meal of it

I’m crying in my beer and I’m starting to whine

Any port in a storm, but never in mine.

Rhubarb and custard, your patience desserts you

You lasted the course and tried not to be hurtful.

I’ve stewed in my own juices and I’m making a meal of it