January 22, 2025Poem
You might think
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You might think
I would say
No
There is no rule
To say I have to
Fill my boots
With five-minute solos
Awkward
One-liners
Gauche lyrics
Written
On the back of
A napkin
Phrases
Roughly sketched
Meanings hidden
Beneath the sauce
Snippets of prose
Read over dandruff
On the tube
Scratched on walls
Erased from existence
In a spray
Of hostility
Directed at
A wrong’un
Leave it out
Mate
Give me some space
If there is no time
To spare
For thinking
It over
Then
We are
All in trouble.