Does anyone know if Ralph Coates?
Does
anyone know if Brenda Totes?
Does
anyone think is Donna Tart?
Would
you know is Maxwell Smart?
Does anyone know if Ralph Coates?
Does
anyone know if Brenda Totes?
Does
anyone think is Donna Tart?
Would
you know is Maxwell Smart?
I did say it was insecurity
Perhaps
it should have been immaturity
“Shall
we compare dicks?”
I
haven’t done that since I was six
Posting
twice was not my intent
And
a repeat of this I’ll try to prevent
I
didn’t think the poem was a bad one
I
liked it well enough when it was done
If
you don’t like it that’s alright
No
need to bitch and moan or start a fight
I
write for my amusement
Not
to provoke an argument
They take you here
They
take you there
To
do it cheap
Just
fly Chav air
Was it Nature?
Or
is it nurture
I
was bought up on an estate
And
I turned out all right at any rate
But
my estate was not council run
And
covered half the shire of Huntingdon
People would say
“You
look well”
People
I hadn’t seen for months
Especially
And
I admit
I
did feel well
But
inside I was being consumed
From
the inside out
By
an unseen evil
Krebs
The
Germans call it
Which
translates to crabs
In
English it sounds so innocuous
Death
by crabs
It
claimed my father
His
mother and grandmother
But
crabs can’t kill, can they?
No,
but cancer can
The
sign of the crab
Women differ in many ways
From
an inflatable counterpart
Inflatables
don’t answer back
Or
take an age to get ready for a start
But
the thing they have in common
Which
will make you frown
Neither
of them are any fun at all
When
you’ve let them down
My wish is to get my poems published
And
not because I want to be paid
And
I will just have to persevere
Until
I manage to make the grade
I
will give up trying however, if I see