Well two short tourneys and this one sucked

I’ve done event hosting, setting up, bartending and more but this dealer shit is sad. You can only have a small water and even if they are going to throw it out you can’t have food, plus no tips. Sure it is an added way to get some pay and all but DAYUM?

Hot dogs and French fries

I do not like either. I may partake though

this means nothing 

I’m not trying to blend in or similar but

I do it my way

I don’t like garnishes or many condiments 

yet I have to get that taste out of my mouth

So, potato chips and the like take its turn 

against the angst

My life is defined about doing things I do 

not want to digest

Yet, like many things, I am forced to have 

them down my throat

What does this say about me? I take a lot 

of crap from all over

It means I get cheap and expensive shots

at times

What the hell ever as I get shit on one way

or another

Tomorrow I’m Bruce Banner

Last time this happened I was locked out

I thought

I was able to get back in but not here

I’m told

I’ll hope to run out in the early morning 

For supplies

Then I’m packed as I’m not leaving

My belongings here to be 

Charged more to get it out

So I’ll be on the road trekking

No money no way I’m out

Plus I’ll be losing my phone

ASAP tooo

So no computer or anything

Just walking the earth

No choices

No options

Not waiting

A day again to be yelled at


Those plotting against…

I thought and thought. It seemed a certainty

but no

Could it be a conspiracy, a Coup D’etat, just

one shooter or more?

Have I dreamt all that has been going awry?,

I mean all this time…

Magnifying glass, handkerchief, powder and

duster to examine it all

Hit rewind to before the fall, was my drink


I can’t remember…When I woke up in another

state with no id, how? No recall.

Too many questions and I have gone through

them all

But those around me are starting to move away

and others smile, laugh and talk…Hmm

Typically those who would do you dirty are those

the closest or easiest inside to you

The losses I have taken, the lies I have been told,

there must be many pawns but….

There certainly is a puppeteer, a general a dark

force behind it all

I am pretty sure but it is hard to go behind the

curtain, there are hazard signs…

Those closed doors, the hallways getting lower

and the clock beats louder

There may be no access if not now there may

never be another chance

Then I thought and pulled back. What did he

say to me? Hmm, the other? One more?

Now I think it is a few and the one behind is

trying to drive me to make the fatal move

As is, I am being forced to live LIKE THIS, in

fear with no answers

Yes, he wants me out and is playing with me:(

2017 Copyright Paul McAleavey wwwpalfitness.wordpress.com



Freaks freaks everywhere…

and they all want rent for free. Come on you write

or respond to an ad for a roommate and have exact

guidelines and they get back to you wanting to be a

live in GF

Or in some instances worse. This is a town of serious

losers. I mean professional that at 50 look 70 and they

are broke and broken down. In a quick attempt to wean

them out I say I want your id, your employer’s #, car reg

ins and more. That is enough

I instead get a bunch of back and forth fake bullshit and

I am sick of it. The town is known for fakes, hookers, people

with warrants hiding and free loaders. *SIGH*

Some of them want to use you

Some of those pretend they’re abused

They step up and let it out

No longer wanting to pout is it right?

Our relations are those in time abused

But that is also being put in a bad place

One that acts without prejudice or race

It also steers away from attacking a sex

But now all that is left is a song


Hung by dental flossĀ 

It seems stronger and rougher

on a person

It can cut you quite easily

just it will hurt

No quick snap like in the old


Merely suffering but alas it’s 

better than other pains

I merely have to just pick a day

and time in this fake world 

2017 Copyright Paul McAleaveywwwpalfitness.wprdpress.com