STUCK!!! TRAPDE!!!
To be in a place , weare you don't fit inDon't fit in , a total misfit
Hearing all the bitching , back stabing
Never joining in
Can't functional as the others do
All thumbs , clumsy
Cant remember instructions in pastance
Given
Forgoton or at best misremembered
Stress builds up and up
More ulcers operation to come
Just one to talk with abourt art , poetry
But he finds me embasing , tho he saide he likde
Tho he did say he lickde to paint and draw
When he was at school
Gues he'd be embarest if the others
Herd us talking about art and poetery
As if are and poetery is a ''gay thing''
So my days at work is in verchal iserlastion
Still come Thuersday , pay slip
Money in the bank
Then I can indulge in my
Love of all that is art.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-02-20 at 20:04
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