Tuesday 5 September 2017

Desperate Verse

I'm a lazy arse

Can't be fagged to put it in verse

A gentle soul is a curse,

I'll be a poet soon


You know, when I choose

Went I grab the inspiration,

Part revelation, part blues,

I’ll scribble it down for you


Capture it, with a lasso,

The butterfly net of my mind,

But it is a grind, to make it good

And get it to you, dished up refined


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