poem

I got nothing to get up for in the morning, so I get up in the afternoon boom bow, there’s …

Whisky wheeze in England Sniffly nose and blackbags in England Twinkled rummy eyes in England Chainsaws carve up sad trees …

I’ll keep this sweet Because I’m sick of it myself, Of grabbing hands out asking And dithering musing public oozing …

Wake up! To stains and recollections Memory’s working overdrive To decide which words were reckless n which were wise Outside, …

Known by many as the Jack-of-Bandits with black hands like earthenware platters “In a jiffy” he’ll have it done, for half the …

Pitball grin, a real charmer Rowdy, crowding round a clown’s father The last plastered martyr of lager. Quite the sleeze, …

One who would whimper and whine while Preparing a presentation of a simple literary theme, Is now a maple mass …

Naw, we need more… BOOZE He said she wanta get used, Alright, but now where is she? I swear I …

Hey ho not paid again, Or paid for two days working ten But my books stack up higher higher Words …