What career?

What happened to it all
Where did it go so very wrong
It's like I forgot the tune and words
To my very own song

The train was on track
Absolutely full steam ahead
Now I'm staring at groundhog day
With loathing, full of dread

How do I escape
Stop it pulling me down
Killing, quashing all those dreams
That lifted each and every frown
How do I escape
And save my soul
Stop every aspiration and desire
Dying in a nameless, dark black hole

It might win, you know
Whatever is derailing my plan
Take prospects, energy and more
And stuff it in the can

But only if I give up
Finally admit despair at defeat
Settle for this loathsome lot
Not with a roar, but with a quiet bleat

How do I escape
Stop it pulling me down
Killing, quashing all those dreams
That lifted each and every frown
How do I escape
And save my soul
Stop every aspiration and desire
Dying in a nameless, dark black hole

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
You're not stealing every dream
But every little knock back
Kills some hope, some self esteem

Not All Days Are Sundays

Stuck on a cold platform
The train's running late
Why's it always happen to me
This question I contemplate
There's some things in life
I could really get to hate
For not all days are Sundays
And that's not up for debate

It's all rush, rush, rush, rush
From break of day till night
No peace or opportunity
To escape from this plight
I question how long my sanity
Will remain watertight
For not all days are Sundays
Damn, ain't that right!

Then I read a blog post
From a chap that's a hero of mine
With this curious title
Telling me it's not always just fine
And I'd do well to remember this
From time to time
For not all days are Sundays
And not everything will rhyme

So when does life get easier
It's a rhetorical question, you know
But I still want an answer
So I can learn, and change and grow
But where ever the path leads me
I will try and follow
For not all days are Sundays
Caught in the endless ebb and flow

Thirty two seconds

Ninety grand becomes forty
Then reduces down to five
After MPs had their input
Her bank balance will thrive

Evidence incomplete
And obstructive to boot
Do the rules not apply then
To a Minister in a suit

A mere thirty two seconds
To try and bring and end to your mess
Such a paltry apology
Could you have done any less
Only just half a minute
Is this some sort of joke
Seems the MP's expenses system
Is still very broke

If this was Joe Public civil servant
They'd be fired on the spot
Again the rules are quite different
If you're a big shot

Then the aid mentions Leveson
A call that leaves not a doubt
"So I am just going to flag up that connection for you to think about."

A mere thirty two seconds
To try and bring and end to your mess
Such a paltry apology
Could you have done any less
Only just half a minute
Is this some sort of joke
Seems the MP's expenses system
Is still very broke

So, Dave, what do you do
With a problem called Maria
Let's be clear on this issue
'Cause you have no idea

Because if all we are worth
Is a thirty second reparation
Then, Dave, like your Minister
It's time for your resignation