The Lament

Why, oh Lord, You torment me so?
I did not sow yet reaping woe
Why must I stay true and good?
When You bless she who is lewd?

I always feared betrayal’s sting
I prayed all night, all for nothing
All my pleas fell on deaf ears
Leaving me living out my fears

You promised me that You’ll be near
So why didn’t You interfere?
I lived within Your righteous bounds
Yet I get pennies for my pounds

I stayed faithful without a doubt
Yet I am unjustly left out
I had frowns instead of glee
Hand me downs while she roamed free

Where’s the freedom? Where’s the cheer?
None but a mocking veneer
Instead of peace and joyful years
You gave me sorrow, pain, and tears

Night follow night but hope wears thin
The turmoil rages deep within
Ugly thoughts fill my mind in heaps
Yet the vile sinner soundly sleeps

Why withhold the one thing I crave?
Why keep my heart in a deep grave?
My fervent plea, the reason pure
Yet You refuse my sorrow's cure

This lament with words raw and plain
Each a testament to my pain
Your child is deep in depression
Still no divine intervention

The Homecoming

It is a good day to be a wrestling fan.

Albeit the mediocre ratings and the rush of key injuries of late, the only wrestling promotion that I watch, the (in)famous WWE, has successfully recruited the final tantalizing piece of the puzzle of excitement to complete the troupe of my favourite wrestlers. Now featured among the roster of its flagship show, Monday Night RAW, are the silky in-ring skills of three performers; coincidentally all known rockers in their own right.

After months of frenzied speculation and cryptic teasers instigated by his viral campaign, joining the evergreen show-stopping Heart-Break Kid, Shawn Michaels and the high-flying, death-defying daredevil Jeff Hardy is the one and only Ayatollah of Rock ‘n’ Rolla, Chris Jericho!!! Welcome back, interesting segments! With the amalgamation of impressive acrobatic wrestling and crafty mike skills, is it a surprise I am beaming from ear to ear?

It is a good day to be a wrestling fan.

The Letter

Written on the back of an invoice:

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To the Management of Royal Lake Club,

It is a shame that the supposedly prestigious Royal Lake Club decided to fleece its own new members by using various underhanded tactics. I am bitterly disappointed that I was charged extravagantly for a compulsory ‘Members Introduction Dinner’, especially when the food and services was not worth the RM252 that was billed to me. Because of this, please provide me with an itemised receipt detailing the prices incurred for this ceremonial banquet.

Similarly, I am flabbergasted by the audacity of your organization to impose the payment of a ‘gift’ back at myself when I was not informed of the cost beforehand. Hence, kindly credit my account off the Centenary Book that I ostensibly purchased and am currently returning. I have no intentions of keeping the historical chronicles of a disgraceful club when it is but another unscrupulous way it swindles its members.

All in all, I am happy to inform you that your apparent endeavour in keeping members away from enjoying your facilities is progressing promisingly, and I must assure you that I would not extend any recommendations to potential members who may be interested. In fact, I would be glad to assist in your mission of limiting honorary members within your establishment by circulating this letter through any electronic media I have influence in.

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Disclaimer: This letter was written in anger under time constraints, so pardon the lack of narration flamboyance and grammatical precision that you probably expect from this site. If the intention behind the letter remains elusive, all I wanted to say was ROYAL LAKE CLUB SUCKS!!!