POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m a Brylcreemed leather-clad Outlaw nomad

A desolate Angel on wheels of fire

The quickest fumble you’ve ever had

A kid who never knew their dad,

Now everything I do is bad.

I’m built that way just because

I’M A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m a nubile nymph in fishnet armour

A fellow feline transcending Karma

The man in the loo wearing girls disguise

A transgender bender buttoning his flies

I’m a ‘Disco Diva’ shemale sham

Still not sure who I really am

A child of the future with regressive flaws

I’M A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m a dreadlocked dub-beat Rasta man

Lost In a haze of sinsemilla

Like drum and bass from outer space

Some habits, once formed, they never leave ya!

I’m Johnny 2 Bad behind the shades

A 2 Tone-monochrome-Ace of Spades

I may not sound the way I look

And never do things by the book

A paradox with subjective clause

I’M A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m a skin head looking for someone to hate

A lone black boy to seal his fate

‘Cos I can rely on the power of the law 

To understand what I’m here for!

There’s a bloke outside the takeaway

Who looks like he’s been there all day

Asking, ‘do you want a fight?’ He’ll still be there later tonight

Tomorrow he’ll be full of remorse

LIKE A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m a metaphysical one of a kind,

An abstract being in space and time

An egomaniac full of himself

Easy to see but hard to define

My philosophy is live and let live

As long as I take more than I give

They say the meek shall inherit the earth

They can have my share for what it’s worth

It’s a question of mind over matter, of course,

FOR A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE

 

I’m everyone you’ve ever seen and everywhere you’ve ever been

I talk the talk and walk the walk, pretending I don’t really care

Ignoring beggars like they’re not there

I blame everyone I know, and leave before they throw me out

I hardly listen and never learn; it’s safer as far as I’m concerned

I never stop!  I just press pause ..........

I’M A POET WITHOUT A CAUSE