This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. And I found myself needing to change it recently to add details.
As you can see I finished a few things this week. I am hoping to get the shadow people done by Wednesday, if I do I will post it for Wednesday whispers.
Stacked Nightmares only needs stolen skins and the shadow people before I can publish it. The new collection is Buried Secrets.Cover reveal below 👇
As to my health… well Monday is the day I am released from the surgeon.
Yeah This one’s about my wife, heh And her infinite men Her Kindle’s basically a brothel at this point ‘Kay, hey, hey
My wife ain’t cheating, but her Kindle sure is ‘Cause she’s got 30 fake dudes all calling her miss There’s a fae king, a wolf shifter, a demon on deck And a vampire who’s somehow always kissing her neck
She laughs, kicks her feet, gets all blushy and warm While I’m in the kitchen fighting Tupperware like a storm I’m like, babe, you good? She’s like: O-M-G, wait The orc just picked her up, like she’s his fated mate!
Girl, how I’m supposed to compete with that? These dudes got wings, tattoos, and stamina stats Meanwhile, I’m over here with back pain and snacks At night, whoa
My wife got book boyfriends lined up in rows She could start a damn army with the men she chose Every night, she’s like: O-M-G, new toy! And I’m just standing here like: Girl, what about your boy? She got a harem, a whole damn crew Six in every book, and she reads book two She don’t need reality, she got her joys A library full of delicious boy toys (look, babe)
Look, babe, don’t take it so rough Just ’cause my book-men are a little more buff They got claws, magic, fangs, torsos carved like art You got dad jokes, snack crumbs, and a good heart Which is cute, but these men be like: My queen, my mate Let me worship you all night with unholy fate’ Meanwhile, you’re like: Babe, want a DoorDash fry? I love you, boo, but these men got thighs
She’ll finish a series and swear she’s fine Then 30 minutes later, she’s got a new man online I ask, who’s he? She says: Oh, just a prince Then shows me a cover with a dude who’s all rinse and ripped She says: Babe, he’s sweet, and he calls her his treasure Girl, if I talked like that, you’d call 9-1 for pressure But, hey, if she’s happy with her little book clan I guess I’m okay being boyfriend number (turns, damn, ten)
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain I swear, if they paid rent, we’d be rollin’ in gain She dimples, giggles, screams: Oh my God! While I’m just sitting there feeling oddly flawed She got a harem, a magical squad Each one built like a Roman Greek God She don’t need reality, she got her joys Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
She says: Babe, he’s sweet, and he calls her his treasure Girl, if I talked like that, you’d call 9-1 for pressure But, hey, if she’s happy with her little book clan I guess I’m okay being boyfriend number (ten), damn, ten
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain I swear, if they paid rent, we’d be rollin’ in gain She dimples, giggles, screams: Oh my God! While I’m just sitting there feeling oddly flawed She got a harem, a magical squad Each one built like a Roman Greek God She don’t need reality, she got her joys Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
Look, babe, I get it They’re fictional, don’t cry I’m not crying, just heavily hydrated in the eye You’ll always be my main character, babe Until the next series drops Probably
My 2 cents –
This is last weeks earworm that led me to therapy. lol.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. And I found myself needing to change it recently to add details.
I am still healing. though each day is better.
I realize that I didn’t post as much poetry as I hoped I would. it was also a lot more difficult for me than I thought it would be.
if you have paid attention to the list you will notice Beauty Standards disappeared this week. expect it Wednesday for Serena’s day. I will be posting a book birthday on the 25th that is currently available only on Amazon…
He said “Take a seat over there, on the chair by the couch Tell me what you’ve been thinking about There’s nothing you can say that’s out of bounds You can trust me, swear I’m here for you now” I’ve heard it all before, he took out his pen But as he wrote down each, each thing that I said
Oh, well, the mood just changed He started acting strange This was our next exchange
He said “I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
So I got up from the chair where I sat by the couch He said to me, “Could you sit back down?” And I could see as I turned around Really needed someone he could talk to now, said “Thought that I’d seen it all, turns out I was wrong Wish I could help you out, you’ll have to be strong”
Oh, well, the mood just changed He started acting strange This was our next exchange
He said “I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up now I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up now I’m so messed up, can’t you see? I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
I went out yesterday to get food from the store And ran into the man from before Right by the exit door He stopped me to talk Said that he went to go and look for some help A funny thing happened and I said, “Do tell”
Oh, and the story is, mm My doctor found a doctor and his doctor told him
“I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
My 2 cents –
Okay I had another parody style song stuck in my head so I went to youtube…to get rid of it…and this came up right after. It was so funny I even sent it to my therapist.
I’m through with standing in line to pubs I’ll never get in It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win Life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be (tell me what you want)
I want a huge sail that’ll hold the squalls And a big black ship with some cannonballs Don’t wanna join Davy Jones twenty thousand Leagues under the sea (so how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I’d even roll my bed and change my name, we…
We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger is gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Singing those songs that offend the censors Popping my pills from a Pez dispenser (rockstars don’t do mornings) Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Lipsync them every night so I don’t get them wrong We’ll sing them dusk till morning, we
We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey, I wanna be a rockstar Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
My 2 cents –
This has been taking up way too much space in my head lately. Admittedly it slaps, but I prefer a mix of songs. lol. Still had to share the pain of a earworm.
Pattimouse 