UK, Ireland /
England, Dirty, Expensive and a dangerous place to live? [205]
Yes its all my own work and just to prove it
The growing pains of a poetic superstar
Im a poet and i play with words
and whilst others learnt about the bees and the birds
I dream of rhymes and cheeky puns
of four play word play girls and guns
my mind is set just like no other
with dictionaries as my midnight lover
from dusk till dawn i have the horn
but if i can't rhyme my minds forlorn
with precise incision and rumbling lines
i make the decision following 6th sense signs
a topic or subject does appear
as if by magic, whilst I'm on my rear
often when I'm on the throne
sitting still and quite alone
a little thought pops into my head
a subject matter close to me
and yet i find it's so irrelevantly
frustrating rhyme yet keep the flow
like a one armed man who wants a go!
yet he can't turn the magazine page
and his 5 finger shuffle it takes an age
I feel like I'm trapped inside the sand
like a tone-deaf singer in a one man band
and when the anger does sub-side
and poetic license gives me pride
I can at last come back to Earth
and display the results of a new birth
so people on this cheeky forum
reading on with aplomb and decorum
give me reasons that I can breathe
give me carrots so I can tease
and soon my book of poems is done
and I can take the money and run
prosze bardzo