5876 Pretentious Rubbish
as you know the Sciatica is trying to kill me
these past few days have been agony
AND
to all those phantom Book Clubs
YOU are all a crock of pooh
NEVER PATRONISE ME
Patronage is fine
BUT any sniff of Patronising
just makes me BITE
so stay away and your grade Z in english is just that Z
I will talk till the cows come home
BUT only to those I like
Stuck up people I avoid like the plague
especially if you condescend to think
you are doing me a favour by your very presence
Projectile Vomit in your direction
I've never had time for any of that
And I know exactly what I want and its not you
SO stay away, forever
not just for a day
and add on the mind numbing pain
do you get the picture
It;s not on the wall hanging and hiding a nasty stain
the nasty stain is you
BUT
If you are a nice person, in my opinion
then we have all the time in the world
OR
have I frightened off everybody
i need to lie on the sofa in a bit
not enough sleep last night
and I got up early as the noise from Tinnitus
was unbearable
and I don't write SICKLIT or chickLIT
I write my stuff and pain gets in the way
a detour not the thing I want to talk about
because it is BORING
So AUTHORS and JOURNEYS are never me
I'm a writer on a park bench waiting
for the world to pass me
so don't get in the way of my view
its not about artists
its about real people
though they may be battered like me
not artists who have not got a clue
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