The air is warm but there's a slight breeze through the window that is refreshingly cooling
I can feel it on my thigh
I've got one eye closed as I squint at my phone and write this poem
Is it a poem? What is a poem?
I feel like a fake A plastic poet Making it up as he goes along Wanting to write a good poem instead of just writing ...
Anything
What's happening now?
I tried to write a poem about my Dad being a conservative, about coming from a farming family, and about doing things rather than talking about them.
I just rolled over on my couch
I don't always think about what I'm doing I like to think I'm doing something Sometimes I'm just trying to do the right thing Sometimes I'm just trying to be seen to do the right thing Sometimes I just want to indulge myself in the profits of my labour
Money
I'm skint I'm not skint I could be skint if things go a certain way in the near future I'm scared of being skint But I don't want to go back to doing the things that I was doing I don't want to be dragged down again ****** in again Institutionalised I don't want to trust people and then get ******* over I want to be free To make my own decisions And walk away if I don't like it
I wonder if Adele will call I like Adele She reminded me of my good points again After Paula Letting go It scares me a bit to think whether I actually would have killed myself back then No matter now - it seems so long ago When I needed someone to make me feel good It's inly been about six months It's not long I've changed a lot I hope that it's for the best At least I don't cry every day I'm without my kids now At least Adele is my friend Do I wish she was my girlfriend? Or do I just like being respected and liked?
I like being liked I think that's why I write It's probably why I'm setting up my charity It's definitely why I post what I'm doing on Facebook
I'm tired now This poem is getting too long for the 3 mins Is it a poem? God knows I need to sleep ***