Reality
I like to write,I like to share.
If it wasn't for words,
I wouldn't be here.
I'm not after limelight,
I don't think I care.
I know all the words,
I refuse to swear.
I have to be told,
That people do care.
I don't find that so,
I think that it's rare.
I may not be rich,
I may not be poor.
I couldn't be good,
With the devil himself;
Always knocking at my door.
If we have to be happy,
Then why not I.
If we have to hand in our skin,
When we should die.
Don't forget to use angel soap,
When you washing it give it a try.
It's difficult to get out the stains,
From a life that's never been dripdry.
I feel there's no heaven,
Lived one hell of a live.
As for my well worn skin,
Mines been well lived in.
It could do with an iron,
I've wrinkled it up fine.
Now I've never been the purest,
Of that I would never lie,
Been told there's no I in team,
Well I found there's no I in me.
Or me in I therefore you don't exist,
In fact neither do I.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-01 at 01:04
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