(Upon the I in poetry)

 

You’re cramping my style

You pen poised

Backroom boys

You’re cramping it, clamping

Stamp stamp stamping it

You’re a cancer canker in my brain

You’re a pain

In my arse

That I’ll eat for your pleasure

In great measure

If it gets you off my back

Track from the lack, lack, lack

Of it, you, one…

 

Roll up, roll up

Take a look

At the pathetic

Cathartic

Coffin of my poetry

Emotions

Hung out, rung out

To cry, dry, beg why

 

You let down your readers Evita

The truth is you always 'LOVED' them

 

Roll up roll up

Have a good sneer

 

But

 

Don’t shag me now!

 

Cos this corpse is fighting back.

This me, this I, this my

A tooth for a fang

And an eye for an I

Don’t tar me with your sterile poetry

You page poet, Mr Knowit

All prick bubbled, prit sticked

Dip shit

Cos I will be me!

 

Don’t stop me now

Cos I’m having a good time

Having a good time!

 

Crimes against poetry?

 

You’ve metered my metre

You’ve archived my angst

I’m all banged up, bunged up

I’m a walking message in a bottle

But I can’t get out…

Stuff

Syllabic

Sensory

Censorship

Where you stick your

Forced rhyme slime

Cos it stinks

Methinks

 

Poetic licence

Or licence to kill?

That is the question

 

I’m sending out an SOS

I’m sending out an SOS

 

Can’t you see me

For what I am?

I is so much more

Than me

I am yippy I I

I am high as a kite

I’m a heart

And I’m pumping

And it’s not black and white

It’s not grey or shades of magnolia

It’s fuckin red

Do you read me? Am I read?

 

You’re cramping my style

It’s all

about

control you see

But you’re a pain

Just a pain

And pain in the main

Lies firmly in the brain

Not this foot

This foot

Can flex

Vex, kick, boot

Doesn’t give a hoot

 

I stands accused

What should I say?

What could I say?

To make them go away?

I and My will never be defeated

I will ex-ter-min-ate

I will piss you off!

 

I is a storm cloud

That will burst all over you

I is your mean bitch

Who with twisted tongue

Will stick knife in you

Lash you and thrash you

Until

Exhausted from kill

I

Will lick you and stick you

Kiss sweet

Bathe feet

Dry on hair

Care

 

‘Only love will keep us together’

 

I will love you

Love, love me do

As I, I loves you