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I did it my way, despite section, injection and rejection. / 9 March 2016

I don't know what to do next artistically or with regards to mental health work, so I have been reflective. Whatever I have done with my life, it hasn't been mediocre.

After a few drinks, I decided to sing about it.

Poor you.

Here are the lyrics, if you want to go all karaoke. 

And now, my rear is here
And so I face another injection
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I didn’t travel the most used highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Diagnosis, I’ve had a few
But then again, too poo to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without recent section
I faced each bastard loss, survived 5 tory elections. 
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate up cake and developed gout
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
Apparently this is inappropriate 
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way

For what is madness, what has it got?
If not ourselves, then we have naught
To say the things we truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way


Yes, it was my way