TAKE MY HAND, OPEN YOUR EYES OPEN YOUR EARS!
You keep saying ''it's so boring hear'''''Nowt to do'' ,
''No where to goo''
''I'm so board ''
''Take my hand , lets , goo''
''Lets take a look '' , '' lets open your ears''
'' Hear the birds? Er , ''so what'' , you say
I shake my head , but press on ,
''smell the cent of the lowers ''
'' see those tree's over yonder? ''
'' hear those two lover's singing over thear''
'' hm '' '' so what?'' , you say,
''What were the last book that you read?''
You replied with mealy a shrug,
'WELL what book '', I say , now becoming a bit pissed ,
''Well books are SO boring ''
I ask about paintings , and art et al , response all the same ,
Then I brake down and cry.
The Dyslexic poet Ken D Williams
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-05-17 at 18:49
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