Like pebbles on a beach
kicked around displaced by feet
this song is not my own
I’m about to get done for copyright
Sorry Paul Weller I didn’t mean to fella
for your world and mine to collide
over a choice of words.
Cherry stone pips, spit like bricks
onto upturned hubcap, circa 1983
chrome cigarette ends too, hullabaloo.
It’s a knackers yard this card system sucks
I’d rather Mac than Fleetwood Jack Bro.
Word soup kitchen flow, nowhere to go
might as well read, no time to feed,
getting in trouble again over nothing.
Beastie boys cat grown up at last
paw prints in custard tarts in the oven
got no missus, got no bruvver. I’m
alone in the kitchen of life got my tin
foil, boil an egg, sit on my bed. Watch
the rolling news again. Take tablet
throw it in bin. Connect with people
again. Got no mower got not dog
don’t like walking. Got a gift for
talking like Christmas Chocolates
Want one I’m giving feels good
in my hood again. Got a call from
the agent of doom at the CAB
about my claim for a new life.
The appeal is going ahead. I’m
better of dead with that
life insurance policy I took
out so they can bury me
expenses paid and free of debt
at last.Books unread I prefer
on my shelves I aver to their
knowledge and good looks
Bloody books, Bloody books
I could write my own, sell it
online be a millionaire! That’s
my claim to fame. I sold 2 ebooks.
not yet , not yet…
My toothbrush is new and my tube
is full. I’m a happy man at bedtime
and in the morning. Spitting blood
no problem. Shower too, some
mornings. Deoderant wear, band in hair,
ready for another day in hell. Computer
started I check emails and blogs and feeds
who has been reading my works and how
many times did they like it. Not many.
Seems I have a niche appeal or my maggots
come loose yet again. need to bait these clicks
get more hits than thirty thousand to feel good
about my chances of becoming glitterati.
I look around my flat and see it clean tidy
and comfy. No My flat is small cramped
and dirty. No my flat is not mine its
paid by the local authority
I am entrusted to keep it clean and tidy.
I do this with ease. I do not tease I got it
easy. Except for the mental illness. Playing cards
is easy. and cheesy. Suits me down to the
ground. Bottle of pop and chews, checking
on the crews who run this place locally.
It’s a sordid family affair probably. Most
things are when you get down to it.
Love passes me by usually. I see it on
TV and I know it from home where
my heart is sometimes. And I have loved
and been loved at least twice in my life.
i count myself lucky little rubber ducky.
has been squeezed and came out
smiling, eventually. I am getting
older but not bolder like babes in]the paper
and looking for action in my area. No,
Its more like sleep has become more #attractive
and easy to spend time than thinking
about women booze and football which
have been surgically removed and then
restitched into my life many times
by forces unknown. Phone is not
sound nor word but phoneme. This
interesting fact keeps them guessing
and wondering; me too its fascinating
but above my head really theory and the like.
Still its good to have your interests in life.
isn’t it mate?People watching is another
hobby of mine.I bet you wondering how
it is I find the time to rhyme and can I do ti
all the time . yes is the answer to your question.
It hurts sometimes but not often and gets
me in trouble less. I am pleased to get kudos
and be part of a community of like minded writers
on WordPress. Project yourself, express yourself
to a place outside the rat-race that is clean
and safe to be. meet new people look at photos
and read about other people and what they do.
Be surprised, bemused and forgotten how to
make friends. Do it again and again until
you get that glow all around you. You’ll
never look back.
Back to reality and theres weeds in the garden
But thats me done for now. Bleeding hell, its the longest poem EVER!