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Poetry
This is nothing
Little doodles
Chinese noodles
Oops, that rhymed.
I never understood medicine
If it were up to me I'd never go
Physician heal thyself
And cast those devil demons out.
Fear and loathing
Take your time
Keep me moving
Make me blind.
People stare
If you write in public
People stare
If you don't.
There's a Guardian Angel on this train
Standing right beside me
I should have pee-pee'd at the pub
She's quite attractive really.
All the way to New Cross
On an unfamiliar train
Thinking up a pseudonym
Thinking up another name.
I picked wild berries
I pricked my finger
I banged my kneecap
And then I wandered home.
Trevor couldn't pay his bills
He owes an awful lot
A clever girl from Manchester
Took everything he'd got.
We're all alone
In a coffee bar
No one we don't want to
Knows where we are.
Things not to be:
A well of inspiration
A good man in a trench
An unforgiving mother
A pillar, a brick, a bench.
Worrying
Is
Your inner voice whispering
You're useless.
They murdered my aunt
They took her far away
They told me she was battered
Over the lawnboy's pay.
Signs of giving up:
That's impossible
They're not like I
It always will turn out the same
Why do I even try?
More of nothing:
Instant potatoes
Instant oats
Big Mac wrappers
The bonds that bind.
This is the next to last after the one before
Yet it was decided long ago
Long before it struck me
It was time to let it go.
Here's the very last One
Two, Three,
Four
Goodbye.
Little doodles
Chinese noodles
Oops, that rhymed.
I never understood medicine
If it were up to me I'd never go
Physician heal thyself
And cast those devil demons out.
Fear and loathing
Take your time
Keep me moving
Make me blind.
People stare
If you write in public
People stare
If you don't.
There's a Guardian Angel on this train
Standing right beside me
I should have pee-pee'd at the pub
She's quite attractive really.
All the way to New Cross
On an unfamiliar train
Thinking up a pseudonym
Thinking up another name.
I picked wild berries
I pricked my finger
I banged my kneecap
And then I wandered home.
Trevor couldn't pay his bills
He owes an awful lot
A clever girl from Manchester
Took everything he'd got.
We're all alone
In a coffee bar
No one we don't want to
Knows where we are.
Things not to be:
A well of inspiration
A good man in a trench
An unforgiving mother
A pillar, a brick, a bench.
Worrying
Is
Your inner voice whispering
You're useless.
They murdered my aunt
They took her far away
They told me she was battered
Over the lawnboy's pay.
Signs of giving up:
That's impossible
They're not like I
It always will turn out the same
Why do I even try?
More of nothing:
Instant potatoes
Instant oats
Big Mac wrappers
The bonds that bind.
This is the next to last after the one before
Yet it was decided long ago
Long before it struck me
It was time to let it go.
Here's the very last One
Two, Three,
Four
Goodbye.
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