Monday, 23 June 2014

Back In Five Minutes (Or There About's)

Don’t call me a dipstick
I don’t slosh around in oil
I never eat in greasy spoons
Where eating toast is toil

A cup of tea for me is strong
Sugar overwhelms the flavour
I note the sweet and sickly life
Has no earthiness to savour

You wont find me in fleshpots
Where the great and good shake hands
Smiling broad with half dead eyes
A carousel of one night stands

I live a quiet life in detail
Don’t blame the devil for my place
Writing rhymes and silly jokes
To seek ideas that interlace

I don't live on anaesthetic 
my upbeat nut is never numb
I aspire to be with friendly folk
Where the hum sounds in my drum

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