Please Sir;
Can I have a few bob ? Lost me job,
Scrimping and scraping I the forsaken,
The starling has lost a leg, the nest dropped an egg,
as well as that there’s a big fat cuckoo sitting on my chest,
Not one for budging, I’ll become a boil on his arse,
to keep the reminder, one thing I’m not, is a farce,
Different folks different strokes ,
I stroke canvas and page with my brushes and pencils,
I sometimes use a stencil, a strange path I walk, a lot of times balk,
shake and shudder when I talk I stutter, just to be as,
like great men in past years, who showed the world,
there are different viewpoints according to tribe, on this earth and its wonders,
As I speak another clap of thunder,
It has feelings and emotions too,
To connect and listen to what is being said,
I shall continue my journey,
even though I have lost my head.
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Please Sir;
Can I have a few bob ? Lost me job,
Scrimping and scraping I the forsaken,
The starling has lost a leg, the nest dropped an egg,
as well as that there’s a big fat cuckoo sitting on my chest,
Not one for budging, I’ll become a boil on his arse,
to keep the reminder, one thing I’m not, is a farce,
Different folks different strokes ,
I stroke canvas and page with my brushes and pencils,
I sometimes use a stencil, a strange path I walk, a lot of times balk,
shake and shudder when I talk I stutter, just to be as,
like great men in past years, who showed the world,
there are different viewpoints according to tribe, on this earth and its wonders,
As I speak another clap of thunder,
It has feelings and emotions too,
To connect and listen to what is being said,
I shall continue my journey,
even though I have lost my head.
Anthony Mc Gann.
14/5/24. 05.00.