Icicles forming
Inside my fire
I have a broken
Mind.

I live with
A cat it has
Hat
She is very
Kind.

My meals
Are small
Have no
TV
I don’t look
For sympathy.

Radio for sound
I pad to write
I am not poor
This feels so right.

I have no one
To whom I
Can chat
Just my friend
My sweet cat.

Icicles forming
Inside my tears
mind will need
A bottle of scotch
Just to drown
away my fears.

I wish I had
A talented quill
To bring words
To being.
I wish I had
A talented brush
To paint what I
Was seeing.
I wish I had
A creative mind
So you can see
My dreams
I just need someone
To believe in me.

Thank you Adrianna
For all of your sweet
Reviews
I like writing all this
Doggerel  
It’s just what I do.

There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.

The words were
Horrendous  so
****** sad
If you read them
They would send
You mad.

I read this book
And it was the goat
I took a knife
And cut my throat.

There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.

Years a go i wrote
A poem for binary
Lovers
So here i go
I’m doing a cover.

01010111
This how the
Verse begun

11010010
10011010
10010102

Old mother
Hubbard
Lived in a
Shoe.

For all the die hard
Poetry lovers
Bit of fun and
Lots to
Discover.

If you like this
Poem and wish
To review
Please do it
In a e mail
01100122.

Sweet Lilly
Mother a crow
Stifled her daughter
Would not
Let her grow.

Lilly wanted
To blossom
And become
A star
She killed
The crow
Now can’t
Go far.

In her cell
They gave her
A quill
She’s doing
Life in Pentonville.

She became
A writer of
Many a yarn
She wrote the
Story of the
Old empty barn.

There was nothing
In it.

BBC and the sycophants
Brown tongued individuals
In silky underpants.
Jimmy the leader
Left with a ***** stain
Ooh do you feel the pain.
Platform for propaganda
Just like sky,
they
Like there slander.
This new image that
They try to portray
Is still full of sycophants
In a Shakespeare play.
Brown tongued individuals
Playing  the game
Deep inside it still
Won’t accept the blame.