‘Too much coffee’ Here I sit Eating banoffi Slurping my coffee Watching the world walk on by When suddenly It catches my eye A sign that says ‘FREE RENT FOR WRITERS… AS LONG AS YOU CAN WRITE’ I can write with the best of them So all I’d to do was meet the landlord Feed him some shite About my intent To make it big time Move my furniture in Start to live like a king Penniless but sublime Nonetheless Of course There would be a severe pressure to impress I drink another coffee Chew at my banoffi Good, good toffee How was I able to do this Until after I’d sorted the welfare The apartment would have to remain relatively bare Or fill it with old poems Then it’ll really start to feel like home Will people think me pretentious Maybe I guess But who cares Third coffee now And I’m all the more ready To reap what I sow I dunno Maybe I’m just feeling the buzz Thinking too much Maybe some guy more deserving gets it Guy with cancer No such chancer Leaves his wigs about the apartment Either way I’ve to go for it Let my parents live alone Again I’ve done my time Their time Promised I’d move on out Once the OCD alleviated I was starting to feel closer to sublime They’ve been so good to me Helping my mother with the dishes Does fill me with a certain sense of glee Maybe it’s me But I need to rein it in Drink far less coffee Stay with my folks a little longer Until I’m caffeine free To mention but one All the stronger Pay them back for their support By being what I always promised to be A real son
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 10:52:49 +0000
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