What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war.
Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because this poem’s done, I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it more fun, There’s always a next time, so wait and see, The next one I write could be full of glee.
I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really