Alright, sit down.October 30, 2008 at 7:13 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 12 Comments
Squires, said the old man with the hat on. Shut up son, this ain’t no ballet lesson. First of all the pain has a purpose, it’s there to drive you away from something that isn’t good for you. And if ever you should crave bananas that is a lack of potassium, it is not a sign of your inner monkiness.
That’s monkey-ness, Squires,
and definitely not remotely
you have to take your lessons where you find them
cos the world in here ain’t like the world down there
where you come from, blown in on some ancient mariners
song, he said putting his glass down on the piano,
if you don’t play something sweet and sad
i’m gonna break your knuckles, son.