Nandos Lunch (Boem with Mr Amarpreet Basi)

From auspices of finance and technology

Five individuals walk steadily

Towards an eatery which quite readily

Provides, a forum, a tangential menagerie.

Four carnivores and one infidel

Hunger to quell and anecdotes to tell

We join a snaking line-up

Pondering orders and making rhymes up

Like itchy itchy itchy itch

Can't stand that chicken witch

The service is making us twitch

Smile and bring me my sandwich!

The vegetarian is screwed

He's the last one to get his food

The meat eaters produce sounds erogenous

As they tuck into pounds of bird flesh oleaginous

Finally mastication and ingestion subside

All parties gastronomically supplied

Their wanting souls, engorged, revived

Debates of chickens willies spring alive!

But once we cross the mezzanine

We're sadder then we've ever been

Into the bowels of our foul employer and enemy

I scowl: Nandos is all but a soiled memory

Ahhh the old tale rolls on...

Friday ends like a gliding swan

Weekend free time is available

Ponder what will be on next Friday's table...

Living with Mr Panic

Living with mr panic
I'm going fucking manic.
Nails rip my skin like the titanic

Tearing through ice,
So sweetly relieving
Pleasure through pain
Deceitful soul cleaning

On the outside he smiles
On the inside the churn
Tearing you to pieces
So slowly you learn.

That in this life at least
Doing your proud human best
Never will you sit calmly,
Completely at rest.

Introducing signor panic
Frightfully funny old chap
He melds with the shadows
Before constricting an attack!

At the local asda
Or in the dark streets
He raises your pulse
Triggering internal alarms to beep.

The strikes outwardly silent
Inwardly very profound
They wave at you first
Before striking you down.

How do you protect
Against such a terrible chap?
You shove him away
But the bastard comes back.

A moment of calm
Is all I desire
Away from this monster
And his cruel soul fire...

He comes all the time now
Clasping the key with a grin
To my heart gaining access
My soul, in tears within

Did I sign a contract
With this terrible foe
Live my life with mr panic
Lord of sorrow?

I hope that I didn't
And the time has not passed
To kill that mother fucker
And find peace at last.