I’m Not In

Im Not In short poem

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I didn’t get up today
I didn’t eat breakfast in the usual way
I didn’t look out of the kitchen window and watch the birds walking round in the rain
And I didn’t have a cup of tea whilst listening to the sad news on the radio again
And I didn’t watch all the people leaving their houses to catch the last morning train
I didn’t see the children walking with their ruck sacks wrapped around them with faces like frozen pain
And the postman didn’t deliver the letters that no one wanted and didn’t read nothing came
I didn’t want to see it because it’s always the bloody same and the man doesn’t want to work in the factory but he does it just the same
And the old lady sits in her comfy chair thinking how things have never changed and it drives her insane as the doctor has to explain
Nobody ever calls here because I’m never really round just a ghost that rattles his chains and dreams to sleep of being happy but I’m not strange I’ve forgotten my name.

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