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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