The last few years

Were void of cheers

All my success

Was average, or less

But the joy of pain

Like a needle in vein

Kept me on board

A cheap sell out fraud

Cold comfort exchanged

For a night of disdain

To awake the next day

A heavy price to pay

As I brush my hair

With my fingers

and bear

The lashes of life

Cut deep like a knife

I’ll get up again

Despite the mundane

Of a life lest lived

Being a City spiv

You see me commute

A sharp dark blue suit

Brogues polished and bright

Steady, strong for the fight

But deep in my psyche

I’d rather teach Reiki