THE WORDS HIJACK ME

the words were
throwing
a poem

a come as
'you'
were

the room was crowded
with all the Dónalls
I had been

down the years
all claiming
to be the real me

"Now just hold on
a minute!"
I blurted out

but a few big words
acting as bouncers
frogmarched me to the door

"All right...all right!"
I shouted
"I can walk by myself!"

"Sling yer hook!"
they laughed
throwing me my hat

a few of the Dónalls
were dancing naked
on a table

"Hey...hey!" I yelled
"That was
never me!"

I could see
the poem was
going to make me up

whatever way
it liked
despite me

I walked into
the night
the dark eating me up

"Well..." I wondered
"how is the poem
going to end now?"

not realising
it already had
that this was it

"Oh Holy Sh!"
I swore
"Oh Holy Sh!"