Timmy is a nice fellow
A good heart and soul
Brave and not yellow
He’s welcomed into the fold
When he shines it’s bright
Brighter than any flame
But when he fails like tonight
He gives himself a bad name
For he lies spinning his web
Like a spider it grows
But fast untangles becoming instead
Under the lies it bows
It’s like he’s two people
One who everyone loves
The other the stupid fool
Who treats everyone rough
The lies of Timmy the Tank
Have far-reaching consequences
For lonely he’ll be these lies we drank
As we’ll all build up protective fences
Why lie Timmy, why lie?
Don’t you realise what you do?
So many with you try
But you still don’t have a clue
The lies of Timmy the Tank
Shall see him alone and lost
For his friends line has drawn a blank
This the lies he told his ultimate cost
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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