At a recital
The other night
I had to restrain
With all my might
From wiping my arse
On the written shite
That was spouted from
Mouths so vain, so trite
I took myself
Away from that place
Full of whisky
Full of disgrace
And flushed my ego
Down the pan
I just can’t bear
To be that man
I think I've blown your cover Harry.
I think you're referring to the preacher. He who knows how the world works - in his favour.
Ray .
Thankyou Lynn...I am now shutting up and writing, no more talking to myself in rooms full of people ignoring each other.
A man actually read his poem to me privately and after doing so said "Its good isn't it" well what can I say.
Lynn Hamilton
Thu 5th Nov 2015 08:18
Morning Harry. I like your words. This piece led me to have a gander at your others which I enjoyed too. Lynn
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raypool
Thu 5th Nov 2015 19:43
There is no other way to self discovery, otherwise we are governed by shadows! Unfortunately, guilt is often the ruin of us. Although it can a killer, it can also tricked into submission. Ray