Is there any sense
In anything we do
Is it so stupid
Anything at all

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all

Why should people die
Shot through the head
Is there any reason
For barbaric ways

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all

Is there a just cause
For bombing towns
Is it for self ego
Or to pass away the time

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all.

It's incredible
I love you
After all
It's only you
But , not only you
It's you

It's amazing
All you are
After all
It's only you
I know I said it
But it's true

All this time
I've ignored you
After all
It's only you
You've got me
Through and through

I can't believe
I want you
After all
It's only you
I'm so happy
I've got you.

I'm terrified
Terrified
Of loving you
It'll only
Break my heart
Something
I shouldn't start
But do
What you must do

I'm frightened
Frightened
You'll goosebump
My brain
Drive me
Completely
Insane
I'm scared
But do
What you must do

I'm worried
Worried
Of this
Knifes edge
Balancing
Making me
Dizzy
By the day
I have caution
But do
What you must do

No I'm not
I'm not not not
I'm not finished
I've just started
I'm going to go
From strength
To strength
And more
I insist
The world
Must
Must hear
Must read
Must know
Of my work
It must

I cannot
Let go
I must
Fight
I must
Suffer
I must
Struggle
I must
Despair
Then rise
Rise
Above it
The poverty
The jeers
The OH yessirs
I will
Do it
Yes
I will
I'm crying
But
Not crushed

Your rhythm
Has no blues
Your pie
Is in the sky
Your dreams
Have no pipe
Your bridges
Are not crossed
You look
After you leap
Your stitch
Is out of time
Your iron
Is never hot
You are all of these
But baby
I like your style.

How ferdly werdly drunk am I
Well I'm not , I'm just decrepit
I'm shaking my head at my work
I hope one fine day here where it's nice , I'll be good
It's PENALTYPITSTOP

Who is this scraggy scruffy person
This woe begone urchin of words
This so called writer of poetry
Who cannot write for pregnant toffee
Who always thought of riches in pocket
But now has to eat those wastely words
No good will ever become of this work
Let penaltypitstop ride her nonsense

Who is this , I'm it penaltypitstop
Well I may indeed very well truthfully say
It is me !